Vista previa
This delay is what you gave me
But that was fine
Cause I would rather wait
Than go down that road
The road I know so well
Like mud or quicksand
I was stuck but now I'm in your hand
Is it getting cold
I could try to move it more
Are we getting old
I don't notice anymore
And what about the bones
Hidden in a box
If everything I owned
Turned this into rocks
Is this getting close
I could try to move it more
Are we going home
I can't stay here anymore
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And how long will this go
Until it changes
How long before you know
That I love you
And how long til it goes
And turns to nothing