Fein'n for this feeling of falling
blame the clutch or gas, either way stuck stalling
feeble heart couldn't rock the rewind
before realizing she got robbed blind
history left the roots straight smashed and twisted
if you hadn't looked as hard, its promised you would've missed it
the green thumb to stunt the growth of thorns upon this rose
opening doors that take twice as much effort to close
posted with a foundation as firm as a porcelain shell
take it as fake or give faith, there's no way to tell
skipping beats & backward thinking
guard down, doubt shrinking
set aside the feelings, whether into it or opposite, its all the same
we just have to wait for the present to pass as we play the waiting game.
