Testo Musser Park

i found you painted in the corner chances are you were holding up my walls perhaps it’s not the odds that matter but the risk of watching them fall i kept my motivation reeling even when my aspirations simply stalled for roads paved with such good intentions i’ve ground to a halt rusted through from the salt what worries me is not what’s right or wrong or this path that feels one-thousand miles long but the ring in my head that says lost on the streets of my hometown my heads hangs in a fog of nostalgic bliss i’m in need of any reason or rhyme to tell me why i left now i’m cracking from the pressure so determined to make it on my own seal it with an empty gesture one more notch on my list vinegar and piss all is but lost and how could i love you if i stayed the moment is gone and with it went all last chances saved to be forgiven