South Paw

So far we had gone
We needed more heart
Living on anger
Naive to how assured you are

Save up all of
Your gut reactions
And come down
From that rooftop
Pick yourself up
Off of the front lawn

It won’t take long
To swallow your tongue
As awful could crowd my
My mind for now

Pick yourself up
Off the floor
Shattered ego spilled out
Glass vases filled
With who we once were before

You’re almost home, kid
Must I always
Sweet talk you through this?
So far we had gone We needed more heart
Living on anger
Naive to how assured you are