The Archer

Wasted on the floor again
And no one seems to mind
I can go back out
And that would take up too much time
I’m still busy callin out your name
Wide eyed and face down on the pine

How I miss the colors
Of the leaves that grow in spring
And how you used to dance upon the rain
And I would sing
How I’d give most anything
To watch you twirl around for one more time

I need more time
I need more time

This is how you turned me
To the archer from the arched
This is where you turned me
To the marksman from the marked
This is how I learnt
How to take the arrows in my back
And shoot them at the stars

But how they all just circle back
And meet me at the start
And how they hit me hard enough
To question who you are
And how you got so close to me
And how you got so far

I need more time
I need more time
I need more time
I need more time

The shrapnel of my faith in you
Is cutting through my skin
And somewhere in the mess
Around my body it begins
And I don’t see an end to this
So I’ll enjoy the fire

I need more time
I need more time
I need more time
I need more time