It’s been too long & I could use somebody, someone like you.
At 3 in the morning to tell me that everything will be okay.
After sunrise I’m too busy living it up to notice all of the holes in my armor.
Nonchalance isn’t acceptable when it goes on & on until I’ve lost sight of the Sun.
We are young, but I’ve got an old soul that yearns to be about more.
What a way to go, what a way to feel.
The Wandering Mind 