Drawstring
Sitting across from you
You're head falls to the side
When you head the suggestion
You're driven from the light
It's the pull of the drawstring
That comes as a surprise
When you're so close to heaven
I'll help you take that dive
I might fall
I might breakdown
But no one
Can out style you there
How many thoughts
How many wishes gone dry
When you loosened the grip
And all your demons got by
With a head full of steam
And a singleness of mind
Head straight into the breach
While making the most from little time
What is and what is not right here
Fades while falling
Shakes off your disguise in real time
Where is the sun?
Has it set?
If their thought
Could be just like yours
It would be a better place
It would be a comfort to go outdoors
Your words crawling (It's over, it's gone)
Credits sync in time with your eyes (It's over, it's gone)
Faux sun falling
It's ours to burn
Only fair, of course
Where's some?