but you’ve put me in such a precarious position
and i don’t think you have begun to care
but perhaps someday you will
i went to a time after all of this earth
spent nites in history books
hard to see because the future is dim
we didn’t exist on any page or stone
im scared like the last day of school
nervous like the way nervousness feels
in a world of troubles im somewhere inbetween
staring towards the ocean and only seeing trees
i struggle to steal the strength
to pen you things less filled with disaster
and i do but i don’t really mean a word
but perhaps someday i will