I fell in a summer school daydream again.
I was home, daylight on the move.
Drawn into imagining old friends again, in the halls,
It’s like I become the walls they pass by.
All things aside, I wonder why I change my mind sometimes.
At first I held my tongue, then I buried both of us with time and words.
I walked down to the stadium, there was nobody there.
I ambled on the yard lines, though I thought I wouldn't care
for faith to ask for answers, even if they don’t seem fair.
I know time has told good reason,
I have reasoned my way there once before.
It’s really not about me now.
Do you ever want to just get out of this mess we made?
All else aside, I wonder why I change my mind sometimes.
I’m sure you've driven here before, humming on the roadway or inside your room.
All else aside, you may never change your mind, alright.
Whether I move, whether I’m a stone, you know how it goes sometimes.
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