There’s been radio silence for weeks now
And I can only call so much
Whether I’ve made my own messes
tied both my own hands
Or simply been left in the dark
Are left to things that I cannot comprehend
Could you do me the decency of spelling it out to me?
I don’t mind some grey, but could we temporarily focus on a shade
I know you’re preoccupied, surrounding yourself with mirrors
But everyone has to grow up sometime, and I can’t seem to decide
who was left behind
You could never be still for long
And I’m good at being stone
But though I want to keep pace,
My fingers grow numb
Could you please speak up?
I can't see what you can
Could you have some guts?
I wish I did
I can’t forget, my brain is slowly sinking my heart
I’d rather sail away, than tread this winding path
I thought this was where I wanted to be
But my hands have become fists
I never thought it’d be like this
