the path will correct itself
it will only take some time
the sticky tacks in the sky
will not lead you on
i will always remember
how the pool smelled that day
i may never remember
what it was i meant to say
the comets collide
and splinter in my soul
the gravity will
surely pull me home
the path will correct itself
it will only take some time
the sticky tacks in the sky
will not lead you on
