The sinking feelings

They allow me to question whether this time is spent or slips by. Whether this is forever, now, hello or goodbye So nice to see you : can't remember the color of your eyes yesterday we'll think about tomorrow, it won't be a surprise I like where we are now, the simple things reign over the complicated with which they've been replaced Now like the pages in books that i have skipped, i look back never quite knowing where it is that i relapsed into a mood that I've known The sinking feelings, wave around in my bed, in my head gotta let go, gotta get up, its time for this now friend

The Hands That Lift Me

To be assured and known

When i was a child

when i was a child, my feet were very important
remembering sidewalk cracks, and my wet hands
my crooked teeth, my teeth were very important

when i was a child i remember climbing trees
not worried about dinner, or how long i can
sit on my knees