Dayvid Yourk

So sick of...sticking my heart on the line, all the time
only to...have it crushed, it has me losing my mind
and I can't seem to speak mine, or find a way to combine
the words & the urge, I'm still trying to rewind.
Was it the...moves I made, or the moves that made me?
'cause this...clock keeps ticking, and I just wanna be free
and I just want you to see - this ain't how it has to be
don't let the game grab you, and make you bastardly.
And if you're asking me, I might tell you absently
but that don't mean that I don't know shit - see you don't know the half of G
these skies are after me - actually I'm after them
I don't wanna walk this planet to win...
I don't wanna small talk, just want my pad & my pen
a little love, so I can see tomorrow begin.
And again, I'm finding reasons - some for staying, some for going
not knowing, we keep on holding to this dream, steady hoping.