As I watch your life go up in flames. You'll swear up and down you'd like to change. But when the sun sinks slowly into the sky. Now you're right. Where you started again with nothing to say.
It's all the same thing, now that it ever was. Except now you've strayed too far. Need you to stop digging your hole. And follow the path we light. . Don't need an invitation to be reconciled.
Speak with hesitation. Talk with reservation. Blood on your hands. Dried long since. But guilt still glowing in your eyes. . You hide behind. (And now this blood has long since dried).
Can you hear. The desperate cries that are calling out your name. Twisting your arm. Holding out their hands and tugging at your sleeve. Do you feel. This underlying sense of urgency.
On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door. On windy nights I can smell the lake as it drifts to me from the shore. The traffic lights silently change a thousand times a day.
If I could paint how I feel. I'd draw bullseye on your forehead. My anger is not misdirected. Unless it somehow misses you. . Time spent on hate. Is time gone to waste.
And all these things that we tie together. Keep unraveling apart. And the light that used to burn so bright. Now is dark. With anger-laced intent we set fire.