Something To Someone

Well, I was bad to everyone I loved, Stepped over hearts that fit like a glove. Didn’t see the signs, didn’t read the maps, Just kept on walking, never looking back. I didn’t realize, on that crooked path, I’d run out of people, run out of laughs. Chances fell like pennies through a hole in my coat, Now I’m counting memories, trying to stay afloat. But my heart ain’t anger, it’s just heavy and worn, Carrying the weight of the bridges I’ve torn. I’m only bitter at the man in the glass, Can’t blame nobody for my shadowed past. Too old now, too set in my ways, I’m used to the silence, the long empty days. It’s been so long, I forget how it feels To mean something to someone, to know what is real. I was shitty to everyone I loved, Stepped over kindness, pushed away the shove. Didn’t see the end, didn’t hear the sound Of the last door closing, no one else around. No, my heart ain’t anger, just burden and dust, I’m only bitter at myself, and that’s just. Too old now, too set, but I’m used to the tune— Been dancing with regret by the light of the moon. There’s a clock on the wall, ticking slow and thin, Marking the moments I’ll never get again. The wind through the window sings a lonesome refrain, Of all the goodbyes and the lessons in pain. I wander the alleys where the shadows grow long, Looking for meaning in the lines of a song. If forgiveness is waiting at the end of the street, Maybe I’ll find it in the dust on my feet. It’s been so long, I forget how to be Someone in something, someone who’s free. But the road keeps rolling, and I walk along, Humming my penance in this song