Unsuspecting Ways

It is seams and laces, with stitches to moulds.
That hold us from breaking as we walk out in the cold.
When it is hard to tie together what has not torn apart,
All the fragile and silly ways of your unsuspecting heart,
Do not learn to let go.
Even if I can’t live here anymore.
It hurt me then, to love you now.
I touched on your veins, and held on somehow.
But no, don’t learn to let go, if I can’t call you my home.
No, don’t learn to let go, if I can’t live here anymore.
Think back to September seventeenth.
The day the kids crashed the bar.
As a song begins to sing, we are taking it back to the start.
But it is all torn apart.
And it is back to, and it is back to, back to the start.
Take it back to the start.