The Pen

Picking up the pen
Is the winter rains again
After summer's sunburnt skin
The teardrops on the glass
Just a relic of the past
And the memories flood back in
And it feels so foreign
But it also feels like home
How does something so familiar
Chill you to the bone?
Just turn the Joni Mitchell on
And you won't feel so alone
I know, i know
Picking up the pen
Is a dinner with a friend
That you've not seen for a year
You forget her boyfriend's name
But you're laughing anyway
Asking "how'd we end up here?"
And if i'd known better
I'd have never left so long
I let my life take over
Now can barely write a song
I look up from the page
And all my friends are moving on
Where did i go wrong?
And in this old room
I have died a thousand times
But now within these walls
I'm gonna will myself alive
I'm picking up the pen
And coming back to what is mine
I'll be alright