History is often written by the victors,
Their achievements etched in forever,
For the world to adore,
For you to cherish.
My history is written by the other,
His failures a destination to end up,
For him to call home,
For him to perish.
But I've tried and I've tried,
To rewrite the past and start afresh,
God knows I have cried, I have cried,
But I think now maybe this is it.
Did I just find my tribe?
The people I live for, the people I'd die for,
Did I just find my tribe?
We can talk about movies throughout the night,
And when the fog rolls in over our cups full of poison,
We won't let it in, we won't let it in.
Did I just find my tribe?
Did I just find my tribe?
Someone told me you had it all figured out,
A future of uncertainty is foreign to you.
Tell me your secrets, show me your ways,
Wintertime is coming to freeze my sun.
All alone, all I feel is unmistakable doubt,
My future remains burning blue,
And my nights sleepless, daylight haze.
But I've tried and I've tried,
To rethink the future and start anew,
God knows I have cried, I have cried,
You know what I need to do.
Did I just find my tribe?
The people I live for, the people I'd die for,
Did I just find my tribe?
We can talk about movies throughout the night,
And when the fog rolls in over our cups full of poison,
We won't let it in, we won't let it in.
Did I just find my tribe?
Did I just find my tribe?
Fish out of water no longer,
Fish out of water no longer.
No longer the fish out of water,
No longer the fish out of water.
Did I just find my tribe?
The people I live for, the people I'd die for,
Did I just find my tribe?
We can talk about movies throughout the night,
And when the fog rolls in over our cups full of poison,
We won't let it in, we won't let it in.
Did I just find my tribe?
Did I just find my tribe?
I found my tribe.
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Cut Throat Town
PoetryA poetry collection about being trapped in a small town, for all the good and all the bad that comes with it. "It would be cannibalism if it wasn't love." 💙
