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