Trinkets

You’ve got nothing better to do with you time but collect these trinkets and coddle them

Someday you might see me running through fire going down

You’ll be indifferent

Sitting on your cloud

Running your tired mouth

While you make plans in your head ill be scream out loud

Finding dead end after dead end

And I’m ok with that

You will be shooting the shit and flying kites

I will be using and bruising my hands

And the difference is I’ll be doing all that I can to make things better

When the string holding your life is rubbing up against the knife

Busting threads left and right and all you’ve got is time

I’ll be waiting for the day that you look up at me

And say you’ve wasted most your life away just waiting for a sign

Waiting for a sign