Patches
DalaOf crowds and busy streets
I close them in the morning
Pretend I'm still asleep
My hair is growing slowly
The sun keeps moving on
But nothing fades completely
Burnt image when it's gone
I step across the stories
That sink beneath my feet
A blueprint for a memory
Laid out on the street
I'm making paper flowers
That fall onto the ground
And hope that they get found
Have me, have me not
Can't give me what I've already got
You wear me, I'll wear you out
Like one more patch on my jeans
Too young for feeling heavy
Too old to play the game
The pieces come together
No two pieces the same
But I'm no longer weary,
My eyes are open wide
And one more day has gone by
Have me, have me not
Can't give me what I've already got
You wear me, I'll wear you out
Like one more patch on my jeans
We fall, we fall, we fall apart at the seams
We fall, we fall, we fall apart at the seams
We fall
Have me, have me not
Can't give me what I've already got
You wear me, I'll wear you out
Like one more patch on my jeans
Have me, have me not
Can't give me what I've already got
You wear me, I'll wear you out
Like one more patch on my jeans