looking back at my former flock i wonder how it all went wrong
the lies about of unity and strength crumbling right to the ground
like pickaxe arrows in an emergency landing, we went down so fast
the mangled branches reaching so far out towards the infinite air
snapping our wings like twigs, we braced for the worst of impacts
at least we could remember better times with what we had left
i have no worry that things will stay the same, only spare change
in tune with the inconsistent weather just waiting for a break
the superficial sunshine may have caught us in its harpstrung webs
but the light in your eyes betters the images of a ragdolls descent
now ghosts of the night hover the sky over the playset scenery
reminding me to breath when i finally reach light of the surface
i wont get my hopes up.
ill never look back.
but this time for real.
goodbye small river town.
goodbye big city blues.
goodbye everyone.