Traced

You're the result of an unfinished sentence I can’t end
It's difficult to erase my steps when I can hardly tell where I stand
Sometimes everything is better left to fall apart
Through memories
But these are the places where I'd be better off
If time would freeze

Nursing their wounds makes you nauseous
Shattered and bruised, but still cautious
Left alone to weigh all the options

Make those moments count
Try to wait it out without making a sound
Feel it pulsing as you gently lay it down

Dig through your regrets
Walk on, your secret’s kept
They're losing nothing if they don't find out
But I'm not, and you're not giving it up

Bending over backwards knowing something else will pull me back down to the ground
By the time you settle back into your bed
You'll start to realize that it's not all in your head
And you'd be so much better off instead
I don’t want to go there
This pathway drives the repair