SFSC - Jean Grae

Seem so composed, I know the notes I wrote in theory.

Repose…

I wish I knew more often than I take it… nearly.

Laid in between the sheets in discord of who I am and what my colors bleed

and in the end I know you’ll never give me all the things I need

So far, so close, so far.

So close.

So far, so close.

So far, so close,

I know I pick the bones I could have left alone…

in theory.

No one has traveled this road even though they still stand near me.

Caught in between hope and a dream,

though it seems to most that I can see it.

Most of these days, morning rays, I’ve come to deathly fear them.

I’m…

There’s always tomorrow.

There’s always tomorrow.

There’s always tomorrow.

There’s always tomorrow.

There’s always tomorrow.

There’s always tomorrow.