Hard To Get By

Up and over and far away.

Your name has a ring to it, I wish you would sing it.

You call me your daydream, but I'm fading through

And you catch me between the leaves of autumn and

I know that it's not a simple thing…

To take ownership of what was yours, even though it's left on the cutting room floor.

Solving something with another slammed door ends with nothing but a lack of resolution.

A lack of resolution and no chance at restitution.

Covered in white and I'm stuck in my aisle of ashes.