Think I’m guilty of swatting the air with fists
Splashing in still waters straining arms and wrists
Please don’t ask what these things mean
Bringing the body under submission still an awkward scene
Might as well whistle tunes watching every minute walk by
God I’m wasting valuable time with arms and mind rejecting comprehension.
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Am I too weak or thinking too much
Running in place tearing new shoes up
Flapping my arms swearing today I’ll fly
Worrying myself for an early death ride
Too far gone without any indications of my distance
Are you speaking to me but encounter resistance?
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Oh I feel like a child saying please don’t leave
I know you say you won’t but there’s a mess in me
There’s no one or anything too hard for you
God, I just feel like a lot is missing on my end
Will you wait?
Will you wait?
Will you wait?
Are you asking the same thing from me?
