Lost time is never found.
It’s been a rough while and some days are worse than others,
there’s no proper way to feel, no mirth, no levity, no amazing grace,
just a flame on a lake floating away,
I can’t let you lay,
I want you to know, I’m learning patience against my will,
I want you to know, I’ll get by, always barely scraping
with just a hunger, with just a heart apart,
it’s a hell of a thing.
PBT-I’ll get by
I try to survive the rapture waking up alone in the dark.
Even if I try to keep it together, I’m still falling apart.
I’m falling apart.
I was searching for closure, shut the final door and turn to face the cold.
If it gets any deeper I’ll be digging a shallow grave.
Waking up, has never been the same.
I’m still afraid of change, I’m clinging on to the past
but every goodbye you whispered was supposed to be your last.
I’ve become the wrath, consumed inside of my head.
This deciduous mind I’m forgetting I’ve come undone.
We’re all waiting to die scared to death of dying alone.