Never found our way out again
Cause to trace this blood trail is more than I can bear
This is my spring
I finally fixed the car
Floored out of here
I'll found out who my friends are
The ones waiting tomorrow morning
I pushed this away so hard this is my spring fixed the car today
“I wish I were lighter, the weariness weighs too heavily on me.”
This is my spring
Still cold enough for snow
From planes tracing seams across the sky
Overhead seed the soil left to fallow for too long
With Pamphlets proclaiming “falls finally dead”
The steering wheel never mine
To turn now it turns on any tangent but around
“That's something you still have to learn”
With the muffler my memory removed
I'm spared the sound
(so much like growing up falling becomes fallen
and buried alive but buoyancy keeps it up survive,
keeps it alive)