Eight Julys by caseJackal

i’ve been thankful for the lefts that bent me right,
and for the memories that kept me up at night,
feeding pain’s a way to stray from keeping sight,
looking forward with pried open eyes,

loose knots we tie can fall apart
mulling over minds and hearts,
and light and dark, and think too far ahead,
and before a melody can end,
another starts,
singing out our newfound parts.

if letting go’s impossible at first,
and getting over obstacles with hurt,
makes things worse.
eight Julys went by so quickly,
i can look back with a glance.

trances of our pasts can hold us back.
chances that we have make it last.

i’ve found god.
she found me.
i’ve been flawed and lost,
but i guess i had to be.

in pressured times i get inclined to get loud,
all the while i’ve been kind to quiet down,
down the line, communication breaks down
but life tends to come around.

i take free thoughts and read em off then stomp them packed,
and stand up on it, taller, while i rise above the some i lack
and as more lights flicker on,
down all these paths,
i’ve found how r to let things pass

if letting go’s impossible at first,
and getting over obstacles with hurt,
makes it worse.
five Julys went by so quickly,
i can look back with a glance.

these trances of our pasts can hold us back.
these chances must be why our lives can last.

i’ve found god.
she found me.
i’ve been flawed and lost,
but i guess i had to be.

I feel these sentiments,
i see if it meant,
something different,
tuning out the dissonance,

you start to listen in,
harmonic, isn’t it?
my song was dissonant
and far from innocent

if letting go’s impossible at first,
and getting over obstacles with hurt,
makes things worse.
three Julys went go by so quickly,
i can look back with a glance.

trances of our pasts can hold us back.
chances that we have make it last.

i’ve found god.
she found me.
i’ve been flawed and lost,
but i guess i had to be.

• Pop
• acoustic
• ballad
• indie
• piano
• pop rock
• Kenosha