With My Arms Open

There I stood where you left me

Dust collecting on my shirt

Far away from faded memories

Of when we stayed up chasing dirt

And my apologies

The hardest thing is being clean

Apart from that I start to bleed

Because you deserve much more than me

I can’t do better

I have tried

The best of me already died

A long long time ago

A long long time ago

And we crawl

We climb

We fall into our pit of lies

But with my arms open

I’ll learn to fly

And we call

Out in the night

Withdrawaling as the high subsides

But with my arms open

I can learn to fly