Testo May weather Stateside

May weather

My ambitions are the product of an unquenched soul
And a bitter habit of doing what I’m told
I think too much, but this silence is getting old

Now the only thing left to remind me
Of a world outside is rain
Falling on my crooked point of view
And this empty roof;
These walls are paper-thin at their thickest points
And the bricks stack like they know us all to well

I never had a straight answer for you
And it's now more clear than ever

Call me out and I’ll listen
It’s midday and I’m missing
The mark with everything I say
And there’s no such thing as tact
No it’s just an art called “holding back”

I’m sick of lying in bed like you said
With my aching head filled with regret,
And I like to think we tried.
But you’ll claim it’s for no reason
When I’ve lost all I believe in;
I found it strung into the stagnant sky that
Fills my aching heart

I’ve just been holding back

And all the bridges I’ve yet to burn
Still hold more weight than my promises ever could
And all the bridges I have to burn
Still hold more weight than I could

No one could make up stories like these
No one could write endings like these
And the Spring is short, a sudden means to an end
But it’s the only way we know we won’t forget