Worn Out Shoes

walking backwards trying to rewind time
things have gone and others have come,
but I still want you,
every fucked up piece

perhaps I'm being a tad unreasonable
but I want that moment again
I want what money could always buy
your love,

worth every penny
and even a few dimes
we both knew I would never give you the full dollar
a horse chasing a carrot made of green

games we were good at
it was reality and truth that we failed,
hiding in the dark only to have no memory of it in the day,
conveniently,

a heart that yearned for gold was left with only silver
I watched you weep and beg and I still left,
now I am forever haunted, fucking what ifs,
what if I threw a crumbled twenty at your tired face

would I now be walking backwards looking for a moment
or would I be moving forward with you,
or maybe going backwards for a moment helps going forward alone
ebbs and flows, ebbs and flows