Tired of winters

And swollen rivers

Chests heaving

People leaving

              Want to sleep

Maybe for weeks

            Need to sleep

Maybe for weeks

            See, she seeks

            Tired of okay

            Tired of just fine

            Tired of maybe

            It will be mine

            But I don’t want dreams

            Neither have the time

            I don’t want the seams

            Can’t get them in line

            I think I’ll lay awake tonight

            Pray to trade places

            And tie my shoelaces

            Converse and cases

            Out on the road

            Sleepless and chasing

            Because I’m tired of fall

            Heavy in my bones

            Tired of them all

            The lies that I’ve told.