Hands pushing up and around
Plans falling over and down
Still standing, but on what ground
Just short of safe and sound
This hallway will never end
Will I ever see you again
On the outside, looking in
Far from the means and the ends
Spaces most liminal, cruel, and unkind
Framing you out of your right frame of mind
Counting the hours in rings like the trees
Your time and my time are not the same thing
Keep hiding in the canopy
Peering out between the leaves
Can't help asking, can't help wondering
What will be the last thing you see
Still something, intertwined in the days
Bleeds through the sky like wet paint
I'll follow, I'll give up on restraint
Stop giving this so much weight
Spaces most liminal, cruel, and unkind
Framing you out of your right frame of mind
Counting the minutes like rings like the trees
Your time and my time are not the same thing
Spaces most liminal, cruel, and unkind
Framing you out of your right frame of mind
Counting the seconds like rings like the trees
Your time and my time are not the same thing
Candles burn fastest when the lights are all on
Watching souls in the mirror with a fire on the lawn
Hoping this will all be over, hoping you would be gone
When I wake at three AM to sweat and shattering bone
The cosmos splitting at the seams
My youth was nothing like it seemed
Ask questions chasing after screams
Find the answer but not what it means