You say "Hold on to the reigns"
I say "Let them go tonight"
My brain waves
Confused between what is and ain't
She cries "Groundless and free"
.
Tired of the water
Tired of the wine
Tired of the future
Tired of time
Tired of the madness
Tired of the steel
Tired of the violence
Tired of me
.
Used steel
Used steel am I
What was pliable in love
Is now hard and crystallized
The intellect is fine
For counting money
And recalling times
That she cried,
"Groundless and free"
.
Hope is a letter that never arrives
Delivered by the postman of my fear