Peeling Oranges Across the Couch
Is a figure I can't make out
Now I'm trying to stand on my feet
But it's shaking the floor beneath
And this splinters changing color
Staying quiet be no bother
It's not like you care or maybe you do
This distances still there
And this winters getting colder
Thought I felt it inching closer
This pacing will strain
The ice will all melt
And nothing will change
Nobody heard me, as I was screaming
Out of the window, as it was leaving
Thought I'd shake this feeling
Figures gone thought I woke up
Nothings changed I still off
But I won't ever know