Oxymoron
Here I am again, summer's end
Don't know how to feel or what to expect
Stealing sunflowers, taking photographs
Memorizing the hum, trying to make it all last
But I'm not the same boy I was in May
Everything has changed except my name
Now I'm packing up my belongings, onto the next phase
But I have no concrete understanding of what awaits
I thought we said our final goodbye
But no you're here again rubbing my back and drying my eyes
And what I thought was everything turned out to be trite
I am happy and sad at the same time but I'm learning that that's alright
'Cause I'm not the same boy I was in May
Everything has changed except my name
Now I'm packing up my belongings, onto the next phase
But I have no concrete understanding of what awaits
And I have no conclusion for you
You are an unfinished story
There must be more to write, to be inspired by
But who am I referring to?
I don't know
I don't know anymore
Because history rhymes
Chapters intertwine
Narratives overlap
Emotion transcends time
But I'm not the same boy I was in May
Everything has changed except my name
Now I'm packing up my belongings, onto the next phase
But I have no concrete understanding of what awaits
Probably more of the same
Whatever it is I will face
At least I know that I will be okay
And that the future holds both worse and better days
The future holds both worse and better days
Don't know how to feel or what to expect
Stealing sunflowers, taking photographs
Memorizing the hum, trying to make it all last
But I'm not the same boy I was in May
Everything has changed except my name
Now I'm packing up my belongings, onto the next phase
But I have no concrete understanding of what awaits
I thought we said our final goodbye
But no you're here again rubbing my back and drying my eyes
And what I thought was everything turned out to be trite
I am happy and sad at the same time but I'm learning that that's alright
'Cause I'm not the same boy I was in May
Everything has changed except my name
Now I'm packing up my belongings, onto the next phase
But I have no concrete understanding of what awaits
And I have no conclusion for you
You are an unfinished story
There must be more to write, to be inspired by
But who am I referring to?
I don't know
I don't know anymore
Because history rhymes
Chapters intertwine
Narratives overlap
Emotion transcends time
But I'm not the same boy I was in May
Everything has changed except my name
Now I'm packing up my belongings, onto the next phase
But I have no concrete understanding of what awaits
Probably more of the same
Whatever it is I will face
At least I know that I will be okay
And that the future holds both worse and better days
The future holds both worse and better days
Credits
Writer(s): Liv Haltermon
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