How am I supposed to follow what you pursue
when your moves are impossible to swallow?
I'm dancing up a string
that's not tied to anything.
I've hit a wall.
God just let me fall.
I'm not strong enough to climb into you.
It's like clockwork
how you are.
I watch your feet,
you don't surprise me.
As the night
wraps itself around us,
you are exactly
who I though you would be.
Who should I pretend to be?
I paint my face with illusions and insecurities
My mind, unfortunately censored.
I should know better
no to succumb to all those little things
that makes me smile
because the smiles always seem to fade.
It's like clock work
how you are.
I watch your feet,
you don't surprise me.
As the night
wraps itself around us
you are exactly
who I thought you would be.
So where do we go for here?
The ground isn't stable enough to hold us.
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