How long is too long
Am I late
Every road closed
Weaknesses exposed
Cold feet equal withdrawn toes
Pressure builds
Hearts wax cold
Tired of the illusion
It isn’t shiny anymore and now I see what’s underneath.
Is it too late to come out and be separate
Chained to dead ways
Home in a dead-end waiting to move
Weeping bitterly asking for directions
Don’t leave me screaming for help under the moon.
