wildacre lane

It's been at least a few years
Since your name even crossed my mind
But they still talk about
The music prodigy you were as a child
Mom says you're conducting orchestras
And writing symphonies
And I hope you're happy
It's been at least a few months
Since I woke screaming to your ghost
It's funny, you're very much alive
You just like to haunt my hopes
I'm sorry I almost brought up the past
I know that's not allowed
Let me lower my voice

I don't live to prove you wrong
But I proved you wrong in how I live
And if you're part of what made me who I am
Then thank you
Is all that's on my lips

I've always lived a sort of etch-a-sketch life
Drawing and re-drawing the lines
I figured if the picture was blurry enough
There'd be nothing to unwrite
Are you still drinking a little too much
But not enough to raise concern
You're a damn good liar
I could hand you the blame for it all
But what a heavy way to live
And I learned grace in the face of the fall
Learned grief, learned how to forgive
Just so you know, I'm finally free
Untethered from it all
And honestly alive

I don't live to prove you wrong
But I proved you wrong in how I live
And if you're part of what made me who I am
Then thank you
Is all that's on my lips

I don't live to prove you wrong
But I proved you wrong in how I live
And if you're part of what made me who I am
Then thank you
Is all that's on my lips