Sometimes Just the Sky

Noises in my head

And endless should-haves rain

On me like a storm

Like a hurricane

Losses piled up like wood

Stacked stories high

Feels like I've been framed

I have no alibi

Used to be that all I needed

Was what I didn't possess

Yearning makes you who you

End up as, more or less

Whatever choice I made

That worked out

Was just a lucky guess

Just a lucky guess

Adventures half-discarded

Half held onto now

dancing on the ledge

To the edge somehow

I can still pick out the faces

Though I forget the names

And places that I've gone

But the urge remains

To throw caution to the wind

Or is it to the stars?

To hold out my open hands

Despite my empty arms

To wear my heart down on my sleeve

Just like a battle scar

These are battle scars

There's comfort in a late night

Kitchen's radio

And in a letter sent

Lists of what you know

When you don't know anything

You make another one

It's good to write it down

Starting with the sun

And sometimes church bells

Trees and seasons

Marking times gone by

Sometimes starlings swell

Some tidal moons

And filled up eyes

Sometimes everything at once

But sometimes just the sky

Sometimes just the sky