Sick Shift Weight Of Air
Felt my hands shake when you drove off
Caught in smoke blowing from the exhaust
Breathing out a question, were last nights actions what was right
With new daylight last night's moon still in sight
And we're all struggling to not give in to the very lies we get stuck
Like we won't grow old, never waning energy ??
Like you can't find love in things if you're too??
More and more I feel sore from waking from a dream
Where I realize I'm actually still lonely
So I fall back to the weak stance thinking that I still need you here
Fading, fading my heart and ?? that's barely there
I've become the weight of air
I move with each word you exhale
I've become the weight of air
I move with each word you exhale
To not think back
