This is my city of sometimes
A snapshot of a life i have left behind
This is my story of years ago
A plot that never saw itself through
Silently i got up and walked away
Couldn't take the pain, dead ends, or regret again
Crawled under a canvas of paint to hide
Under too much pressure to even decide
And then you said...
This was my city of sometimes
A whisper of a voice of the desperate kind
A promise i made to myself long ago
A fable so tall it can never be told
Fell to my knees as i watched it slip away
A grotesque version of myself looked back at me
Drowned myself in every line of rhyme i could find
And then you said...
Take it as a sign
You've got to bury it down
Take it as a sign
You've got to bury it down
Take it into the earth
You've got to bury it down
Take it into another place
You've got to bury it down
My time was yesterday.
