We all drift to the same rock,

We’re all bunched in the same knot.

But we’re binding, all this time.

I want to be more than

I’ve been

And what I been

Is stuck on the same thoughts…

Dissatisfaction. For what? I trust you

Somehow. It’s been some time…

Why let go of this life with you?

There’s no reason,

When I love it, and want

So much to stay.

It’s a misunderstanding that I still can’t stand to correct.

We both drift to the same rock.

Both our guts tied into the same knot.