Again.

Let's be honest, let's be clear
Words can inspire and confound
Might be true or insincere
Or might be simply strung together...

...because I like the way that they sound

So in this instant, let me say
That I still feel the same today
As I did two hundred days ago
When my world was lost in flow.

Flow.

I've said it all before so carefully
You don't belong to me, but I own
Just one little bone within you
Perhaps some skin, or your virtue

These treads of arrogance, I'm marked so well
As if I'd gone through hell, escaping
Everything has has left me subdued
Colors fade, but I'll make do

I can't let go of all this ownership
And let my heart unzip, because I'm
Scared that I'd find nothing at all
When you're gone, beyond recall

It was never meant to be this way
I have so much to say, but I find
Words caught behind lips that won't speak
Leave my knees feeling weak

I'll remember when we spent those days
And through this memory haze, recall
The reason that through all of these seas
This little bone stays next to me