Patches - Dala

My eyes are getting weary of crowds and busy streets

I close them in the morning, pretend I’m still asleep

My hair is growing slowly, the sun keeps moving on

But nothing fades completely, burnt image when it’s gone

I step across the stories that seep beneath my feet

A blueprint for a memory laid out on the street

I’m making paper flowers that fall on to the ground

And hope that they get found

Have me, have me not

Can’t give me what I’ve already got

You wear me, I’ll wear you out

Like one more patch on my jeans

Too young for feeling heavy, too old to play the game

The pieces come together, no two pieces the same

But I’m no longer weary, my eyes are open wide

And one more day has gone by

Have me, have me not

Can’t give me what I’ve already got

You wear me, I’ll wear you out

Like one more patch on my jeans

We fall, we fall

We fall apart at the seams

We fall, we fall

We fall apart at the seams

We fall

Have me, have me not

Can’t give me what I’ve already got

You wear me, I’ll wear you out

Like one more patch on my jeans

Have me, have me not

Can’t give me what I’ve already got

You wear me, I’ll wear you out

Like one more patch on my jeans

Like one more patch

Like one more patch on my jeans