I wish you could know so many things on my mind
every breath, every thought, every dream, every opinion
the intensity of my afternoons
the quiet nights with my radio beneath the stars
'round the bend of return
not yet at the point of no return
decisions, decisions how I wish they were easier
to make without consequence

the lingering thought of falling out
evident yet discreet
stalking, haunting my every move
the thought of falling out
gone away for a while


changing of tides, tossing and wild
how i dislike the change in the space, never again
will I make this mistake

falling out of this