My Grip

If these clouds don't part soon I'm going to be fourteen again.

My Grip.

Ain't no touch gonna heal me.

Ain't no home now for my ghost.

No one ever seen the real me.

That old knife hurts the most.

So take what pieces you will now.

These precious bits of me.

Forever's missing most of me now.

Lost again in misplaced misery.

And so I lose the same old fight.

Caught lookin' on unfriendly skies.

Saw that unloved look late last night.

Just me, my Song, and those Damn Eyes.

Sorry, but you found the real me.

The lonely part that loved you most.

Of course it was that old Fool in me.

Gave you my very last honest boast.

It's come down to you right now.

I am all that's left of what was me.

There's precious few deceptions now.

Gave it all away with our history.

So I've lost the grip I'd held so tight.

Can't even recall those Midnight sighs.

Let it slip regardless of my might.

Just me, my Song, and those Damn Eyes.