fourteen years thirty minutes 15 seconds I've
held this grudge
eleven songs 4 full journals, thoughts of punishment
I've expended
not in contact not a letter such communication telepathic
but who's it hurting now?
Who's the one that's stuck?
Who's it torturing now
with an antique knot in her s
I want to be big and let go of
this grudge that's grown old
All this time i've not known how to rest this bygone
I want to be soft and resolved
clean of slate and released
I want to forgive for the both of us
Like an abandoned house dusty-covered furniture still intact
I want to be big and let go of
this grudge that's grown old
All this time i've not known how to rest this bygone
I want to be soft and resolved
clean of slate and released
I want to forgive for the both of us
Maybe as i cut the cord veils will lift from my eyes
Maybe as i lay this to rest dead
weight off my shoulders will rise
Here i sit, much determined ever ill-equipped to draw this curtain