MORES
Another broken line I lay on a beach made of the past
Another poet dying in a hurt that just won't last
Another day I'm prayin', on another day alone
Another broken moment, just
Another broken moment
I must carry on my own
The truth it didn't set me free, I am still locked down
The truth is nothin' you can see
The truth is nothin' you can see
So why keep it around
I choke on hurtful memories, I vomit at your face
I wish that you were dead sometimes, but memories won't erase
I have no one to show this to, I can't always be broke
I guess I'll just keep holding on
I guess I'll just keep holding on
To the pointlessness of hope
I feel bad for writing this, I feel like I can't grieve
Is crying just unthankfulness 'n bleeding showing greed
I just want some happiness, more than in my head
Some loving, caring gentleness, without a fear of dread
I wish that I could think ahead, a future without clouds
Where I could turn the volume up
Where I could turn the volume up
And live my life out loud
I wish I had the honor of passing Christmas day
Or any other holiday that you took all away
I hate that you still make me write you somewhere in a poem
But I don't know how I can think and not drive past your home
Maybe I should end these words, they come out all deformed
I guess it won't make sense to you
I guess it won't make sense to you, no
I guess it won't make sense to you
I guess it won't make sense to you
That this is just my norm
Another poet dying in a hurt that just won't last
Another day I'm prayin', on another day alone
Another broken moment, just
Another broken moment
I must carry on my own
The truth it didn't set me free, I am still locked down
The truth is nothin' you can see
The truth is nothin' you can see
So why keep it around
I choke on hurtful memories, I vomit at your face
I wish that you were dead sometimes, but memories won't erase
I have no one to show this to, I can't always be broke
I guess I'll just keep holding on
I guess I'll just keep holding on
To the pointlessness of hope
I feel bad for writing this, I feel like I can't grieve
Is crying just unthankfulness 'n bleeding showing greed
I just want some happiness, more than in my head
Some loving, caring gentleness, without a fear of dread
I wish that I could think ahead, a future without clouds
Where I could turn the volume up
Where I could turn the volume up
And live my life out loud
I wish I had the honor of passing Christmas day
Or any other holiday that you took all away
I hate that you still make me write you somewhere in a poem
But I don't know how I can think and not drive past your home
Maybe I should end these words, they come out all deformed
I guess it won't make sense to you
I guess it won't make sense to you, no
I guess it won't make sense to you
I guess it won't make sense to you
That this is just my norm
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Writer(s): Heath Sommer
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