beanpoophead
Bluelighter
A time will come
when this all gets old again
and maybe you’ll still welcome me home
cos i got sick of being bold
I won’t be the same, no never the same
you called me just today
said it wouldn’t be the same, without me
I could barely say what i had to say
and i was just too afraid
that i would make something not bad
hands lifted to the sky
praising a God of wonderment
while im on the floor, passing it by
with a nod, i give it all away
and im back to where i was before
you told me i could change the world
with just one confession of myself
but you know i would, i tried
and nothing came of it
And your right, I don’t know anymore
i tried the goodbye a hundred times
and it never did a thing
cos i always passed it by
the real truth, the one you bid for in me
and i just keep walkin’ away
when this all gets old again
and maybe you’ll still welcome me home
cos i got sick of being bold
I won’t be the same, no never the same
you called me just today
said it wouldn’t be the same, without me
I could barely say what i had to say
and i was just too afraid
that i would make something not bad
hands lifted to the sky
praising a God of wonderment
while im on the floor, passing it by
with a nod, i give it all away
and im back to where i was before
you told me i could change the world
with just one confession of myself
but you know i would, i tried
and nothing came of it
And your right, I don’t know anymore
i tried the goodbye a hundred times
and it never did a thing
cos i always passed it by
the real truth, the one you bid for in me
and i just keep walkin’ away
