you know i can’t hold you down, can’t pin your comet tail to this earth
nothing’s going to slow that bullet force coming out of you
punkrat scene kid, sleeping under bridges
trying to find the next best high, the sound that shattered your soul
fully planning on waking up dead.
but those days are long gone, baby
all you have left is your wander
and i’m not taking it from you-
i need a bed that stays still beside me, not the creak of toss and turn.
i need the steady roll of tires beneath me, not the squeal of paths unplanned.
i need the constant, reassuring sound of chatter, not the finality of dial tone.
roam wherever you can, be as free as you need to be
but if your back gets old and weary and you find yourself lying still at night,
waits for you.