Scar Tissue

I wanna get off the plane and see someone there holding a sign with my name on it. I would take them in my arms and feel like I came back for a reason. I wanna get in my car and drive to a house that's not empty. There was a family there once but their gone now. Disassembled by court papers and dating websites. Don't be a bitch. Move on. These open wounds you see, they fester and grow deeper. Keep you from the real love and trust that surrounds you, kill all hope in it's infancy. Bite your lip and cauterize them.