The Wrong People

Hand-me-down on an empty street
Tucked away into a stranger's sleeves
I think of you because it's raining
We talked about the rain in passing
I'll think of you when it dries up too

So much of life is punishing
The wrong people
Someone left a debt for you to pay
A ghost that I misunderstood
Hanging from my shoulders
I felt it when you looked at me that way

I picture you lonely
Bright eyes towards the ceiling
What I'd give to be a shadow on your wall
In flesh and blood only
I fall back into silence
I can't tell you all the ways that I've been wrong

It's on a loop again
All I have to give
And all I've taken
Every hard time that I've folded in your hands
And you're moving on, she's twenty-one
I mimic you
The thrill is gone
When time goes still you take it as it stands

I picture you running
Then face back from the mirror
All those hours I spent just trying to cut me loose
Footsteps on pavement
I thought that I could change it
But I look back and it's just one more thin excuse