Awake - In Aviate

We tied these ties with strands of

Purest white and blue.

We gave our

Days of brightest flashing light

And youth.

We hide our lives to

Keep their eyes from knowing

Truth.

Am I losing touch with the

Hands that have always held me up?

A change in shape to fit the

Situation, the same last name, but

There is no relation.

(All the

Moves our bodies make can’t take

Away the words we used to say and

Make this up to you.

All the moves that were mistakes won’t

Recompense the love we try to take

Without paying our dues.) I

Remember things you said, I never

Knew what you meant.

I turned my face away and let you separate the

Blame.

Between the nights and days

These thoughts are keeping me

Awake.

I’ve noticed lately I can’t

See clear and I speak too plainly.

Does it take the taste away?

Your

Life’s succession should not be

Based on your possessions or the

Amount of the money that you’ve

Made.

I have got so much to say

But I can’t seem to find a way to

Make my face display what it has always meant to say.

Between the

Nights and days these thoughts are

Keeping me awake.

All my dreams

Aren’t what they seem