end of amsterdam

these paths can't take you far enough away
your righteousness can't counteract the shame
if a shudder of nostalgia accompanies your flight, pay no mind
i'm home and i'm alright
my arms are brazen from the august sun, sporting shades of arrogance and olive
judging from the itch i'd say i'm peeling, revealing everything i once was to become
and i admire you
travelling a path not suited for you
i'll wait here instead cause i guess i haven't sold out to it yet
send me postcards of your current state and stories that you think i can relate to, (i hate to say)
tell me of your progress, so i'll have proof
fanaticism's more than just a theory
remember your convictions are your own
morality's defined by situation
don't forget the quiet things you say when it seems there's nothing in your way
and i admire you
consider this my last try to persuade you
don't forget the past
because i'm not sure i'm ever coming back again