Sticks and Rope

You’re a thousand miles away
And I’m buzzin with your energy
And a thousand times a day
Your breath comes to me like a memory
How often we stood toe to toe and reminisced about the loves that crippled us so casually
Foster love and watch it grow on the backs of those we Buried deep and there they’ll always be

I’ll gather sticks you grab a rope
And by the river we will build a home where we can live so wild and free
We will abandon (selfish) hopes cuz in the dirt we found exactly where we always longed to be

The heart it pines and longs for familiarity
We strike out blindly from our homes with false sincerity
But even birches stand in groves and fight for nourishment alone amongst their wilting falling leaves
On the moss we leave our own
Naked and alone as our roots stretch out across the forest floor

I’ll gather sticks you grab a rope
And by the river we will build a home where we can live so wild and free
We will abandon (selfish) hopes cuz in the dirt we found exactly where we always longed to be
I’ll gather sticks you grab a rope
And by the river we will build a home where we can live so wild and free
We will abandon (selfish) hopes cuz in the dirt we found exactly where we always outta be