May 5, 2016
Best Not Wait by Bastard Bird I've walked circles in my head, To find that old beaten path still intact. I tread along the open road, Between my head, my heart, my soul. I write to cancel out the pain, That's caused by holding too much in. So tell the story of the kid, Who spent it all just to forget. Falling faster out of frame, You lost your way. Well the distance is the same, (The distance remains) You best not wait.