Lyric of the Month: June 2011

by Nic Olson

I’m coming to terms that I’m not concerned With planting my feet but looking onward I’m growing older but I cant get over The need of colder skin when I know that home is warmer It’s just that I have this problem Where I want to be everywhere I’m not I’m thankful for what I’ve got A room in a house where my bed may stay But the feel of another’s sheets help keep my demons away It’s become clear that what keeps me here Is the sense of failure and other nightmares I’ve become jaded and I can’t escape it The thought of settling when I know it’s what I’ve hated It’s just I have this problem Where I want to be everywhere I’m not It’s just I know myself and I’ll sacrifice everything I’ve got Though I can’t afford to eat as much as I should be And my bills won’t pay themselves so I’ll come up with another scheme This place looks better from a passenger window Or stared at from above But when you’re chasing brightness You lose concern with the damage done It’s not my fault I’ll try to call No ties no roots I’m fine.

Touche Amore, Home Away from Here, Parting the Sea

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