I wrote this for no known reason while cleaning the bathroom. Posting for no reason other to get it down of small sheets of paper.
Shattered and Stretched
Like a wind across a bay
A nite is nite and
a day is a day.
Pine-ing away
I'm stretched and I'm frayed
Shattered
Like the old street I grew up on.......
remember that the tree that grew around your house
The one your memories are stored in
Is the one that will point you out and the memories will find you.
The child inside you still runs the streets
and the tv screen that is your heart...
reruns it over and over as you look in the mirror
You are that tree..........
And when you dance with the past
There's a chance you'll wind up on the street of your past
Asking do the stars in the sky mean anything to you
They're just stories.
Your fourth chapter you rewrote
after the 15th time
your heart broke
They're just stories.
And that's how life is when you get used to it
Not like when you swung on a tree
Now you swing on pages of stories
Life is not worth your while
Like rings of smoke you casually blow into the air.
Will it ever really be alright to
keep that memory in plain sight
A box of letters keeps it tucked away.
Shattered and stretched like skin in the final days
Close the eyes and wander a street of final dreams
That's the place where things go right
Raise a glass and be happy for happy people
Happy people on cruises and wall street...
So perfect and wonderful with shining white teeth
You can't imagine their trees and streets where they grew
Raise your glass and laugh
Your refill is on it's way
Get thru yet another day
Get thru another day
Get thru another day
Raise your glass and laugh
Shattered and stretched
Shattered and stretched
Shattered and stretched
Another day.
Shattered and Stretched
Like a wind across a bay
A nite is nite and
a day is a day.
Pine-ing away
I'm stretched and I'm frayed
Shattered
Like the old street I grew up on.......
remember that the tree that grew around your house
The one your memories are stored in
Is the one that will point you out and the memories will find you.
The child inside you still runs the streets
and the tv screen that is your heart...
reruns it over and over as you look in the mirror
You are that tree..........
And when you dance with the past
There's a chance you'll wind up on the street of your past
Asking do the stars in the sky mean anything to you
They're just stories.
Your fourth chapter you rewrote
after the 15th time
your heart broke
They're just stories.
And that's how life is when you get used to it
Not like when you swung on a tree
Now you swing on pages of stories
Life is not worth your while
Like rings of smoke you casually blow into the air.
Will it ever really be alright to
keep that memory in plain sight
A box of letters keeps it tucked away.
Shattered and stretched like skin in the final days
Close the eyes and wander a street of final dreams
That's the place where things go right
Raise a glass and be happy for happy people
Happy people on cruises and wall street...
So perfect and wonderful with shining white teeth
You can't imagine their trees and streets where they grew
Raise your glass and laugh
Your refill is on it's way
Get thru yet another day
Get thru another day
Get thru another day
Raise your glass and laugh
Shattered and stretched
Shattered and stretched
Shattered and stretched
Another day.
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