The Chess Club

We were shedding skin
No more lost thoughts and empty days
These dead memories didn't fade as easily
And now it's time to accept

The wind is gone, there's only sunlight now
And we were only tourists to this life

Is this what we've become?
Old roots tangled in the ground
Watching faucets open up
Hoping to get washed away

Looking for peace in the paths we've chosen
Looking for a home in a house that is broken
Looking for progress, or at least some kind of distraction
A leap of faith done in vain



Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Mcgaha
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