This written and released, I’ve held on so tight.
What are we without love, without fight?
Here I am, found myself circling the block again.
I can’t say I blame you, it’s a finger that points back.
Faulting my past days, the final attack,
no longer worth the strain.
I’ll be evasive, yet here I face it.
On this stoop where it all began
So far from zero, seeing the streetlights that never waned.
The distance we became.
Memories that cloud dreams.