Hanging on to my mind for dear life
One slip away from insanity
A slip so deeply desired
I regret the world that I let pass by
Spinning past me with my dreams trailing behind
Grass made of Glass
Skipping through the field
Wishing I could run straight to you
Rap my feet in blankets of encouragement
Caring until they fully heal
Running through my fears trying to find an escape
Digging deeper into a mess called home
Scatterbrained with insignificant thoughts
Beaten into a phrase called love
Moving on means moving out
Time ticking till the brink of dawn
I want to wake in your arms
