i’ve loved so many people
Oh the uncertainty of spring.
He is fire, freedom, and pain.
She is compassion, honesty, and joy.
I’m such a bitch for both sides of the coin.
I'm hidden in the grooves of a quarter, midair, on which side will I land?
Why can't i just stay here, forever falling, no bottom to my desperation?
The muse can be so cruel.
He digs toward a future buried in ash,
She flies for a tomorrow unpromised,
Oh the uncertainty of spring.
He sees in me a kindness i haven't denied,
She sees in me a creation ever so tender.
I don't know what I want to be and it's tearing me apart.
I've always been what someone needs,
I don't know what’s at my core anymore.
He is the yearning for revolution, for change, for passion.
She is the bed I haven't slept in for centuries, and I've grown so tired.
I want to be young, i want to be me,
But who are they?
Oh, the uncertainty of spring.
