Grace

It tore my heart apart when we fall apart
I was standing in the rain, I was standing somewhere strange
Hit with some pointed epiphany

I know I share too much
And I know I can be a lot
When I’m sitting in the garden
Not sure that I’m around friends
It comes on me all of a sudden
It’s a hot that eats me up
It’s stick, running through my blood
And a kid that’s had enough

Would you save me from who I’ve let myself be?

You know I used to search for pride, in his disappointed eyes
Didn’t know who I was yet, but I was willing to attest
Point me at the hills and I
I’ll come back with hard earned kill

I still, I wish, that I could be the son he saw in me
When he held me to his chest, taking my first breaths
Do you think he loved me then?

I know I share too much
I know I’m tough to love
I gave it all up
Gave up on love
I’m still just a running kid
Out of must

Tell me you’d save me from who I let me be

I’ve turned twenty-three, still not sure what ‘family’ means
I settled my chase, let the answers slip away
Lucky man, whoever they do embrace

I know I share too much
And I know I can be a lot
When I’m drunk in the garden
When I’m deep in dread
It comes on me all of a sudden
White hot it burns me up
It’s a sick that runs through the blood
“He’s a kid”, “he’s seen too much”

Would you save me, from who I’ve let myself be?

Still,
I wish that I could be the son he saw in me
When he held me to his chest, taking my first breaths
I’ve turned twenty three
Hope one day, Da finds something to love about me

I’m still just a running kid
Out of must





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