I am closed, This heart has seen too many fires, Now its frozen solid. I'm cold enough, Old enough to know nothing good will ever stay. So take this pain, Nothing but these brittle bones begging to be left alone. I know, if I am only broken what makes this worth hoping for? So let me go. Open roads, Have always felt like home but, how am I to know? I had to leave. While mama drowned each beautiful moment in whiskey. Bottles they hurt, But, the fire of your words will always burn me worst. It's like the ocean waves, A push and pull consistent but never meant to stay.