Gazebo - Owen
Alone on a train
You're running towards or maybe away from a reason to wake each morning
Your thoughts again drift to us and what we have or haven't become
Your head shakes and you think Never again
It's true what they say about fools who leave too soon
They don't ever really move on
Put your hang in your bag
You pull out the Carver book you grabbed before leaving
It's then you realize In this too she was right
You make an excuse
You make up a lie
Sell what's left of your soul like the best friend you just sold to sleep easy at night
It's true what they say about fools who speak too soon
They don't ever really know what they're getting into or out of
You're on your way with the taste of blood from a bitten tongue
You're in need of some new teeth that won't cave in
