Bad Crops

They’re bad crops and stories that wont rewind
I’m held up, they make me bring them back
A numb stagnation
Regardless of what ever we did do wrong
I can’t change what I have said and done
Or the worlds rotation
Though every day
Coms a brand new day It can not fade away
What I felt for you
The bad crops they show up from time to time
Held at bay so that I wont forget
My imperfection
And in these streets where I place my feet
Open air and skin and bones that’s all
That’s my protection
So when we meet
It is no big of a deal
For you to pierce right through and hit me
Right there right there