HARD PRESSED FOR THE RIGHT WORDS

Can’t sleep, too much thinking, “It’s 3am I must be lonely.”

I don’t do enough per day to say I’m alive, and it scares me so.
These days are leaving and I feel like I’m just trying to hold on,
Scared of what tomorrow may bring if anything changes at all.
And you, you know just how to push all those right buttons.
I knew you when I was a child, still growing into the me writing
This right here right now, and although we’ve grown apart,
I can still find you, in the suns in my eyes and the cracks
In the sidewalk, adding perfection to something imperfect.
I saw you one day and you left the next, like a stranger
sleeping in the park through my childhood. I never knew
exactly, but I always had my suspicions on what it all means.
What does it mean when I leave here, when I go from this
Place to somewhere less forgiving, less foreboding, and
All together less like this life I’m not so much living right now.
Just let me keep breathing, and bring me love. I want love
Like the old days when being a gentleman was the norm
and the ladies were wooed on the weekends. Give me
A fast car and dance song and lets go back there, just
You and I, for one more song, one more ride, one more time.