The Archer

Wasted on the floor again

And no one seems to mind

I can go back out

And that would take up too much time

I’m still busy callin out your name

Wide eyed and face down on the pine

How I miss the colors

Of the leaves that grow in spring

And how you used to dance upon the rain

And I would sing

How I'd give most anything

To watch you twirl around for one more time

I need more time

I need more time

This is how you turned me

To the archer from the arched

This is where you turned me

To the marksman from the marked

This is how I learnt

How to take the arrows in my back

And shoot them at the stars

But how they all just circle back

And meet me at the start

And how they hit me hard enough

To question who you are

And how you got so close to me

And how you got so far

I need more time

I need more time

I need more time

I need more time

The shrapnel of my faith in you

Is cutting through my skin

And somewhere in the mess

Around my body it begins

And I don’t see an end to this

So I’ll enjoy the fire

I need more time

I need more time

I need more time

I need more time