May Twentyfourth

[Intro]
Here we are
Can I trust myself not to make a fool of me?
Probably unlikely

[Verse 1]
Here we go
Another trip down this road no one knows
Where it leads
Try as I might
Begin again
Start over clean
On the edge
Of the concrete
Sitting thoughtfully
But not the end
The sleeping street
It sweeps my slurring pace
I retreat
Without a trace

[Verse 2]
I recall a summer’s blossomed son
Running quick throughout
Flowers rotten luck
Arms outstretched, I remind myself
Of feelings left unearthed
And stories left to tell
Wearing summer skin, I kiss you one last time
The boy you think you miss
Was buried in the back last night

[Outro]
So here we are
Can I trust myself not to make a fool of me?
Probably unlikely