Post Tropical

Will not come home
Tepid and cold
Crawling lessons to the fold
Trace it by line
Light in the ground
Feeling the face to the sound

Now I can't walk
I can barely run and the walls will travel on
Tear it into you, loss giving it all to you
Here have wait and here we sit

All the help gathering now
Learn to be fly through what's left
All they sell, got it in me
Floating the soft in the stream
No one can run, I can barely walk
Move on now, travel on
Terrible but I'm giving it all away
No one here I say
Forest me, best to give
Hold on, hold on