Brent Kirby Standing In Hallways
You can tell by the swagger
she’s an imaginary bragger
That point hit me like a dagger
with no one around
She’s all wrapped up in the roses
trying to stop the bleeding noses
One door shuts
the other closes
I’m standing in hallways
looking for loose change
Kind of feels strange
we all have bad days
But I’m still trying
cause we’re slowly dying
With every last breath
I believe
In nothing barely something strange
rests to fall beneath the frames
Stare to steer between the lanes
still holding on
On this fix to fight the feeling
blades still turning on the ceiling
Sure shines hard for the stealing
Can’t find your number
all floors look the same
With these turns so never ending
Stop and listen
to hear your voice
but it never speaks
