Tangled up
I will be reckless
I will be strong
I will be an unstoppable, monolith of destruction
I will be cold
I will be fiery
My love will feel like hatred
My tongue will throw the blood from my mouth
My eyes will slip over strangers
My heart will ache
When there is nothing left to come back to
I will not come back
Done.
'This is it,' the boy thought, 'I am leaving. You will never seen me again.' The boy looked into his suitcase. "Blanket, check. All of the canned fruits, check. The rest of the Juicy Juice boxes, check. Mr. and Mrs. Daniel, check. That's all I need," the boy said as he zipped it all up. He walked to the front door, looking back, he reminded himself, "this is it! I am done, I must go. There is nothing to come back to! I'm leaving forever." With those words he opened the door and walked to the steps of his porch. He looked around, ready to explore the world. 'I am so tired of this.. crap. Yeah, tired of this crap,' he said with confidence. He took an inhale in, took another glance back at the house, back to the outside world, then he ran inside.
The track
When there is nothing to come back to I find myself a nomad,
Mind tirelessly running from unprivileged thoughts too concealed for me to rid myself of
Consciousness looms over my psyche but it stays drenched in the sorrowful fog of my predecessing thoughts until they meet a shattered state & start again
Perhaps I shall one day come back to my thoughts abandoned & they shall grow instead of being orphaned to my unconscious processes.
Forward
When there's nothing to come back to,
The only option is to move forward.
When there's nothing to come back to,
There must be something to work toward.
When there's nothing to come back to,
There's nothing you've left behind.
When there's nothing to come back to,
There's a whole lot more to find.
When there's nothing to come back to,
It's because it's all gone.
When there's nothing to come back to,
It's because it's time to move on.
From His Perspective
When there is nothing to come back to I know all I will have is you.
You have seen me beaten up by life, let down by the ones I love, hanging by a limb, taking risks for people who could care less, provide a home to those who talk shit, feed hungry people, work savage hours, and still don't have everything together.
You support my music and want to know everything I do, ask questions to fulfill your knowledge on me more, listen to my rambling on things that I hate.
But even though all those things take space in my head, drain my soul, ache my heart, and bring my knees to the floor, when I have nothing to come back to all I have is you.