Thread Needle

Threading together the words of my life
Do I grow up just to be a wife
Or is there another fortune for me
Can I live in a world set free
From its strictures, from its holds, from the prison bars 
Cause, man, I’m all about chasing cars
Lying in a field on my own
The moon alone knows how much I’ve grown
As I try to let the memory erase
The feeling of being out of place
The feeling of not quite fitting in
And the joy of being with him
But does it have substance, can it reign
I stepped outside of time and left the pain
Where it was on the windowsill
Some say I’m lonely but I never will
Coz there’s something about solitude 
That’s better than any chick or dude
There’s something about subside
When you feel the peace arise
And I know tomorrow will take care of itself
And this moment is abundant wealth 
But could you forgive me for my flaws
For us running wild like outlaws
Or a stray vagabond 
There was that time I dyed my hair blond
Just to be a younger version
Of myself, now the car is swerving 
Into traffic I can't control
It's like the waves crash as they roll
Back unto another shore
I can't help but love you more

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