Leaves
I'm waiting for the leaves to fall,
For the orange, blood-soaked ground to swallow me whole-
And no one will notice it.
For the dead, decaying parts of me
The broken parts of my heart to leave me alone,
And maybe the pain will quit.
When the season starts and the games begin,
And we train again all week to win,
New people to love
And parts to heal
What has fallen off to prepare for what comes when the leaves fall.
I'm waiting for the ground to sing,
For its newfound friends all gathering around-
Their own magnificent shroud.
When I can lie in wait for my time to leave,
And the earth can betray my trust my proving my doubts,
Leaving life to me bound.
When the season starts,
And the fun begins,
And I dig my grave all week again.
And my aching bones will beckon death's door, but be stuck in line 'til next year again when the leaves fall.
When the season starts,
And the fun begins,
I will love him to escape my skin,
I will get soaked just to soothe my aching bones.
When the season starts and the fun begins,
I will beg him to forgive my sins.
All I hope is that he won't give me the road.
I'm not going home.
When the season starts,
And the tears begin,
That I wished all year I wouldn't win again.
I want something hope for,
Something to feel,
Just something to wish I won't lose next year when the leaves fall.
For the orange, blood-soaked ground to swallow me whole-
And no one will notice it.
For the dead, decaying parts of me
The broken parts of my heart to leave me alone,
And maybe the pain will quit.
When the season starts and the games begin,
And we train again all week to win,
New people to love
And parts to heal
What has fallen off to prepare for what comes when the leaves fall.
I'm waiting for the ground to sing,
For its newfound friends all gathering around-
Their own magnificent shroud.
When I can lie in wait for my time to leave,
And the earth can betray my trust my proving my doubts,
Leaving life to me bound.
When the season starts,
And the fun begins,
And I dig my grave all week again.
And my aching bones will beckon death's door, but be stuck in line 'til next year again when the leaves fall.
When the season starts,
And the fun begins,
I will love him to escape my skin,
I will get soaked just to soothe my aching bones.
When the season starts and the fun begins,
I will beg him to forgive my sins.
All I hope is that he won't give me the road.
I'm not going home.
When the season starts,
And the tears begin,
That I wished all year I wouldn't win again.
I want something hope for,
Something to feel,
Just something to wish I won't lose next year when the leaves fall.
Credits
Writer(s): Molly Canavan
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