All those sun up's, long days, shortcuts, love notes, string struck, far always, close up's. Troubles test me, time unrests me but you guess me, get the best of me. Fall back, scarecrow in my marrow, shot an arrow through a sparrow,  I've crissed, I've crossed, I've kissed and it's costs, I've loved and I've lost and I owe Him a lot. We're just a mess of moments that's adding up to where we are and you're the frame and focus that's making sense of it so far. I'm not depressed or hopeless I'm only walking in a blur and your frame and focus, I'm the scene your the director.