Patches

My eyes are getting weary Of crowds and busy streets I close them in the morning Pretend I'm still asleep My hair is growing slowly The sun keeps moving on But nothing fades completely Burnt image when it's gone I step across the stories That sink beneath my feet A blueprint for a memory Laid out on the street I'm making paper flowers That fall onto the ground And hope that they get found Have me, have me not Can't give me what I've already got You wear me, I'll wear you out Like one more patch on my jeans Too young for feeling heavy Too old to play the game The pieces come together No two pieces the same But I'm no longer weary, My eyes are open wide And one more day has gone by Have me, have me not Can't give me what I've already got You wear me, I'll wear you out Like one more patch on my jeans We fall, we fall, we fall apart at the seams We fall, we fall, we fall apart at the seams We fall Have me, have me not Can't give me what I've already got You wear me, I'll wear you out Like one more patch on my jeans Have me, have me not Can't give me what I've already got You wear me, I'll wear you out Like one more patch on my jeans