I would write you a letter Where I finally find my voice But all my words are masquerading as anything but my choice I last saw you seven years now You slept inside a dream Take my hand now let’s break apart this frozen tired broken scene In the evening darkness I bend my head to the earth And all this spinning, all my emotion Can you tell me what it’s worth? Floating through fits of distraction I spent all of my time But now I’m reaching for easy rhyming And looking for a straight, straight line