Let Go

"Friend" is what he called me
But when he called
It wasn't always on some base level energy
Not hardly. No, he - was on a higher frequency
Feeding my mind and I fed eating greedily
His attention feeding the obesity Of my desire to be seen
Ahhh This inconvenient insecurity
Why does attention mean so much to me

I'm Intrigued By his mind the way it fires and wires
But his legs must be tired from the miles and miles
Of crossing wildfires of intimate desires
But he, he flies higher
How does he fight this desire
This tension that's tighter than a tight rope
Sometimes I would hope he would fly down and walk this tight rope
But to hope such a thing would also then mean
I would have to ask myself these things

Am I really that selfish
And how much does he really mean
I mean you see he's soaring
And you know he's going so high
He's so high you wish you could touch his sky

So you'll try - but wait - if you try
You just might bring him low away from his flight
And you know that's not right
Just let him fly - so you gaze up high
But you're still thinking low
Whatever you do - don't lock eyes
You might attach to his soul

The next thing you know
He's descending down slow
But we both know better
And sometimes you just know
That some things don't fit
And I swear we both know
Always one decision away
from a completely different life
Never more truer when choosing a husband or wife

But sometimes you just know
And its time that we grow
Cuz I'd rather fly high
Than to bring anybody down low
But we wrestle well in this fight
When we choose what's right
But sometimes, the best thing to know
Is when to let go

You gotta know gotta know gotta know
When to let go