Anchors

Anchors. Pulling. They weigh on me. Keeping me from being who I desire to be. They make me uncomfortable in my own skin. Sinking. Struggling. Fighting. Some are heavier than others. When I ask, when I spend time with him, he relieves me of them. But over time, they creep back in. I go back asking for freedom once again and he always provides it. I long for that day when I will longer have to keep asking. They'll be gone forever.





"Oh, I guess they'll say I've grown
I know more than I wanted to know
I've said more than I wanted to say

I'm heading home
Yeah, but I'm not so sure
That home is a place
You can still get to by train"



"I don't give a damn,
I'm happy as a clam,
nobody knows me at all
Ah, what can you do?
There's nobody like you.
Nobody knows me at all"