3 Floors Up
Im not sure of a lot right now...
But I'm sure of this
That I decompress from stress in my own classical way
A style, original in its shade and time of day
But will I see the tomorrow that's meant only for my jaded eyes to see?
Should I be suspicious of the nature and season it shows up in between?
And the fake plastic smile I have to stand and face, through gritted teeth, as I strain to breathe...
Well, it gives me no shelter, and no sacred place in time
So there are no shadows to hide the tears Im trying not to cry
I just seem so broken...
And I feel next to nothing as I stand here
Screaming to no one in particular to let me go numb from the cold
But maybe I need this...
Maybe I have to endure this pain to grow my wings
To take a leap of faith from this city window
In silent free fall, long enough to be set free
A million miles away
But you're memory still haunts me here inside my mind
And I just wish you would have tried a little harder to stay
But you walked out of my life...
And never gave me a chance to fix what I broke
But I will always remember, no matter how much time passes by...
That day in February, 3 floors up, kissing you're lips in the pouring rain
J. Alexander
