Writing On The Walls

Maybe we why don't we

Sit right here for half an hour

We'll speak of what a waste I am

And how we missed your beat again

I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place

To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in

I'm short on time

How come you try and fit the shape of what they tell you

But mostly what they show you

That brings us home

I pray for you to move on

At this rate we can't keep up

but I sure can't just sit still

I'm taking back all the things I said

Keep me filled in I swear I'll come

We walk alone back home

You're almost gone and I'm okay

to give you time to be afraid

I still see your shadow

But never your face again

I remember your presence

I hope to God you come down

I hope to God you can feel this now

I hope to God you come down

I hope to

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I know there must be some way out of here

And all of them will be waiting there