your slumbering body

mmmm...this doesn't have too much to do with me. i kind of just feel that sometimes i'm left behind in the dust. i kind of just gave up on trying to leave this town. kinda..just...its about me in a twisted way. :)

you kiss me and i'm okay

but the door is opening

and i feel the north wind

i feel it on my breast

i hear it in my ears

its calling one of us to go

and its not going to be me

i dropped those ashes along time ago

i hear the whisper of urgency

and i heard your name while i slept

calling out to your slumbering body

i woke this morning to a note

taped to the door

nothing more than a goodbye

i may have dropped those ashes

and i may never have to leave again

but i'll always be left.