Elmo St. Peters

I could never stay relevant in your eyes
You were always done and on to the next one
But i never stopped trying…
Tell me is it time?
We are broken descendants of love
But seldom did you accept your heritage
And the progenitors weep with every heart you break
You are my mithridates
Complex and bittersweet
Come on baby it’s time, to sew our names
Back into the sky
It wouldn’t matter which path i take
So long as you will follow closely behind
A million distractions, a million roads
Despondency is ringing true
Through my every crevice
Through my every reopened scar
I’m an easy case, the only thing i need
Is a signal that the mission was not in vain
Cause if not, your at a crossroads
We’ve got a world to see, and your ticket’s about to expire