Memories of Flying - Ingrid Chavez

You smoke to think straight

Drink to stay numb

Thoughts circle round and round

Until night comes

And she takes you into her dark womb

Where broken dreams turn to night terrors

Where you feel safe

In the silence of shadows

Where the lines between heaven and hell

Are a blur

When morning comes

You can see by the light in her eyes

She’s waiting for you to wake up

To the dreams that keep you alive

Nothing really matters

If you don’t want to face

The depth of your fears

Memories of flying

Now you’re just running

Afraid to commit

Afraid to be loved

Weighted and sinking

In the deep sea of you

You’re a beautiful, beautiful mess

Memories of flying

Now you’re just running

Now you’re just running

Just running

Memories of flying

Now you’re just running

(I can’t do this with you anymore)

Wake up!