Paint Your Past

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Paint Your Past

By Ryan Johnston

It’s so many things

Space and mountains, and memories

This story’s alive

These words, they read from you

And you decide

How they feel, after they've been used

It’s about your mind,

It’s a meteor, falling down

And what’s left, after?

Tasting today,

Sipping from the cup of yesterday

This world moves on,

And your little pond becomes a lake

And your memories,

They drown beneath the waves

I always pictured you, with them

Pulling down, pulling me under

Every time I could catch my breath

Take some time,

You always wanted to get away

From the things you wouldn't say

You asked me to wait

And I built this winter around that

Could have stood forever,

Could have never fallen down

To you, I was Just a shelter

Tear it down, make room

For your summer home

Spray paint the past

Cover it up with black,

Your mirror, and all the

Things in your life

That cause you to reflect

Because you should have seen it

Because you should have known

That one day, you could get, so gone

It’s drifty, hazy

Changing like a dream

Like waking up on the wrong day

Waking up, somebody else

I get the feeling that I've been sick

If only all the good things

Were that easy to catch

You make it real

What you lost, you pacified in the end

If only you would just…

Someday, we’ll all be better than this

And they’ll let us outside again

Finding you, in the Summertime grass

In a future, that’s nothing but the past