Hold On

I wanna write you a poem
I wanna sing you a song
I wanna say that I’m sorry
I wanna say I was wrong

I wanna know how your dog is
I wanna drive south again
I wanna fix what I dropped there
I wanna be near my friend

It’s like
It’s like I recycle gold
I get older and distance grows
as I approach myself
And from a far, or from my heart
or from my imagination
I watch rust turn happy as it grows
Like I told them
In the past, they’d always fold them
One of these days, I’ll hold it
Hold on this time
I’ll hold on this time
I will hold on this time

I wanna show you some happy
I wanna see confused smiles
I wanna drive to get water
I wanna melt for a while

I wanna dance in the circus
I wanna watch old times bend
I wanna walk through the sunset
I wanna be near my friend