Front line answers, moments to prove tough sounding words
Tables turn, maps once sturdy rip only fit to be burned
So are promises without strength, follow through unintended
Disappointment over priorities, weaknesses categorized as overextended
Dented soft hearts refusing to restart impossible flatline feelings off charts
Just in our minds, in our heads, program running, named anxiety dread thread
Simply if we all die tomorrow do you want to be in bed before we’re cleared, most likely smeared in this temporary place?
Hidden expiration dates, so I get annoyed when I hear we should wait
Oppurtunities to be free away from old city streets, fresh start but my problems are really me
Perfection will never come, so I laugh at us both when we forget and run
Just in our minds, figuring equations, checking then verifying sums under mysterious suns
In this temporary place.