my calling card, it can't come too soon
been away from where i should've been for too long,
got the sand of my travels in the bottoms of my boots
didn't mean to let the same ever happen to you.
you're part a beast, part a brain,
all of you so, so, so strained,
the effort like stretching up to make yourself tall
but all that stretching ever gets you is a longer, harder fall.
you don't need to compromise who you are,
don't need to shell and shift pieces away;
just need to come with me, see the open bright light of day
that both of us have missed too long.
might get sunburn on our faces,
but isn't it worth it?
don't let the shadows sink into you,
because, honey, let me tell you,
the shadows will follow you down if they catch a good enough hold on you.
trust me.