Freedom Bound

How long can you keep
on walking out on me?
Is this number thirty-two
or number thirty-three?
I lost count last week
when you were staring
back at me,
staring like a doggy
staring at a tree.

How come all this shit
comes down on me?
Must be a flaw in my personality.

Every day I wake up
and there's something
that I've missed.
Something in the other room
waiting to be missed.
Waiting for a friend.
Waiting for a wish.
Waiting for a hope
to take the big deep six.

How come I cry
at everything I see?
Must have overdosed
on this reality.

How long can you keep
on telling me
that you want to be happy
and you want to be free,
that you need what you love,
and you love what you need,
that you want the world to change.
And to change next week.

But that's not how I think
this thing goes 'round.
But you get what you get,
now that you're freedom bound.

How come all this shit
comes down on me?
Must be a flaw in my personality.



Credits
Writer(s): Jimmer Podrasky
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