Step out, and carry it overhead.
Just walk on by, it’s heavy lifting.
The pain becomes unbearable;
as I recall, that’s when perspective’s shifting.
My shaking limbs are my alarm, that I ignore and go right back to sleep.
I’ll see you when I wake up.
You are the hiccup in my good enough.
I’m going back under the covers till the day is almost done.
I’ll see you later on, dear.
Consequently I’m not thinking clear.
I will languish in my time, from these stories in my mind.
Enter the dream, slip back into routine.
Where my troubles occupy less space.
I run & run, but I’m never fast enough.
You are near and I can almost see your face.
My shaking limbs are my alarm, that I ignore and go right back to sleep.
I’ll see you when I wake up.
You are the hiccup in my good enough.
I’m going back under the covers till the day is almost done.
I’ll see you later on, dear.
Consequently I’m not thinking clear.
I will languish in my time, from these stories in my mind.
I’m watching from the waves this catastrophe.
That’s when I decide to leave.
The weakest link will always work the hardest.
Tomorrow I’ll go back to being me.
I’ll see you when I wake up.
You are the hiccup in my good enough.
I’m going back under the covers till the day is almost done.
I’ll see you later on, dear.
Consequently I’m not thinking clear.
I will languish in my time, from these stories in my mind.