The Song I Sing

boy named bri

I don’t drive these streets anymore.
It’s just a waste of time to run from myself.
And I don’t daydream that you’re coming back.

Subtlety aside, you cut me right off at the knees.
Though it’s true I did survive the fall,
I never was the same without you.

And you’re all I can think about, love,
Though I can tell you don’t feel it back.
I guess thinking about you’s enough to keep me high.
I may never come down.
You’re the song I sing.

Years have slipped away and you’ve become more memory than substance.
But still your face remains,
Always just a song away…