Weary

So uneasy lay your head
on those weary shoulders

I wanted to unburden them
but you wouldn’t let go

Too dirty to clean your hands
Too weary for sober

I was your prescription then
but the bottle ran out

Can you hear me now?
While you sort it out?
Don’t get hung up here
Let’s forgive each other
You can move on dear
You can move on dear

Too toxic for a cleanse
Too many sins for confession

I would have been your Priestess
but I tripped on my robe

Now all the honey’s in a hornet’s nest
And all the spiders, they spin their webs

Of all the colors that you knew they had
But you wanted to ignore

Can you hear me now?
While you sort it out?
Don’t get hung up here
I will always love you
You can move on dear
You can move on dear
You can move on dear
You can move on dear