#cheekyeven

I am not rooted, not stuck I am as simple as the city beneath me, And as complex as the next one on my journey I can see the cracks, But I do not let myself fall between them Everything I’ve known and everything my sister has known, Will not be thrown away as she thinks But will be carried with me on my shoulders, For a rainy day when I might need it I am not letting go of the man in the room, I am moving on from the ghost of him that         follows me I can feel him when I’m there And I can’t handle the whisper of him anymore So I’ll say so long to the smell, Of a warm pretzel on a Sunday show And you’re going to have to learn to say goodbye Because you’re dreaded goodbye        is my happy hello