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i’ve been reading all the signs on the wall i’ve been staring at the stars in the sky i’ve been wondering if this road leads anywhere at all if it ended in demise, i would not be surprised but that doesn’t mean i’m not willing to fight i’m calling all the strength in me i need to survive there’s a fire in me i just need to ignite i’ve been fumbling in the dark, looking for a spark of light it’s in the sunrise, It’s in the sunset it’s in the thrill of the unknown every heartache, every mistake it’s in our blood, it’s in our bones every sand of desert, every strand of hair the magic’s there hanging in the balance of the valleys and peaks if you listen, magic speaks Oya, Oya, the magic’s in me Oya, Oya, the magic’s in me Oya, Oya, the magic’s in me Oya, Oya you’ve been telling me bout star-crossed love you’ve been selling me on shakespeare i've been wondering if love alone will ever be enough cause i know there’s so much more at stake here but that doesn’t mean i’m not willing to try i’m calling on the strength in me just to look in those eyes there’s a fire in me, i just need to ignite i had such a heavy heart, i’m trying to do my part to make it light don't you see, don't you see, don't you see
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back away from a snake
play dead for a bear howl at a wolf climb a tree for a deer i know all the protocol when something wild’s coming at you got no clue what to do when i’m the attacker do i run do I hide? do i dig a big hole and climb down or stand my ground and lock eyes? do I demand apologies or do I apologize? when it comes to my beast i’m just doing my best to survive eat for a cold starve for a flu ice for a sprain take an aspirin or two i know these remedies for the sick and bed-ridden got no clue what to do when i’m the affliction inside your kitchen i saw my ghost trying to get me wishing i was making toast she took out my mug poured me a drink pointed at my rings still by the sink i asked her why it's here she dwells but she really could not say i said goodbye, i wished her well and I went willing on my way inside your parlor i saw my spirit playing your guitar, she wanted me to hear it she asked me to sit on chairs i own she played my records on the gramophone i asked her why it's here she dwells she said well someone had to stay i said goodbye, i wished her well and i went willing on my way and where you sleep my phantasm soul was praying to keep you safe and whole the room is small but it's changed the most she don't need you here, i told my ghost i asked her when she planned to go she said when someone sets me free i said my friend, go get your coat you are coming home with me may let go of june there was no other way for her to bloom it was no easy thing; it took all of spring she didn't leave her behind she just gave her some room may let go of june june turned to july she said does saying hello mean saying goodbye? cause retrospect is gonna break my neck but the future is bright and I know why june turned to july may, june and july felt a gust of wind fall flew by; offered a hand to lend you know if time stood still, nothing would heal seasons would stall; wounds wouldn't mend may will come around again there were no ifs ands or buts the day i chose to love you no matter what i knew, i knew i’d never make it out alive but hey, that's okay, everyone dies there were no butterflies at all just an ache that hammered me to the wall i guess, i guess if something's beating in my chest oh well, what the hell, it might as well beat for you you set up a mouse trap in a lion's den you already got me baby, then you caught me again you knew i was doomed from the moment I fell in nut that didn't stop you from setting up a mouse trap in a lion's den there was no turning back i clenched my ticket like a gambler at the track i bet, i bet there's something i have not tried yet if i dared say a prayer, i'd pray for you i make a squeak, you make a roar suffer for you, then i'll suffer some more
summer turned to fall before we knew it
since the day i got the call we’ve been fighting through it though i am in need of sleep and peace of mind you are the beat i keep my rhythm, my rhyme my time is your time my wind is you chime a smile hits your face and it warms me up like sun i’m thankful for this place when i think of how far we’ve come sometimes it takes some time sometimes it takes a fall to realize we’ll be fine if we have each other, we have it all just me and a bottle of wine sifting through my things gathered over ten years’ time box ‘em up or throw them out can’t decide, this is my life we’re talking about the memory tango keep the good ones, let the bad ones go just me in this tiny room i hope i can call it home soon and i’m relieved not to have chains on me nevertheless i will look back fondly i loved the moon, i was consumed, his pull was strong he filled up space with his smiling face when mine was long the moon’s alright, he’s full of light but he’s just not for me the moon’s alright, but i can’t stay the night cause he’s got places to be so i’ll use this time to find some shade finally i loved the sun, she was the one who set me ablaze her heat was hot and i forgot, got burnt by her rays the sun’s alright, she’s full of light but she’s just not for me the sun’s alright, but i can’t stay the night cause she’s got places to be so i’ll use this time to find some shade finally i love myself, i’ve never felt so much like sky there’s so much more earth to explore so why wouldn’t i the moon and sun, how hard i spun but they’re just not for me the sun and moon, i’ll see ‘em soon but i’ve got places to be so i’m using this time to find some shade finally
i am equal parts alive and dead
half in my heart half in my head full of holes and empty of filling crying over milk i keep spilling oh, whoever wrote my recipe clearly has it out for me don't you know water don't go with oil don't you know if you leave me out alone i'll spoil i've never measured myself precise there's always been a missing spice but now there's way too much salt i know it's not your or my fault you are so good at walking away you probably should put it on your resume you’ve mastered the art of breaking my heart in twain i can’t wait for the day my brain stops saying your name you know every way to criticize me you could graduate with an insult degree you’ve mastered the skill of making me feel so plain i can’t wait for the day my brain stops saying your name i told it to hush, i said pipe down but my brain’s in no rush to stop making sound i feel like fool, and it’s such a shame my brain won’t stop saying your name |
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