ruthless,.

I’m sitting here wishin’,

I had kaleidoscope vision.

So we could block out all the revisions,

To these ruthless intentions.

There’s a light on in the hallway.

Saying farewell to the illumination of day.

I look in the mirror and beg you to stay.

But all these lines force you away.

I’m talking minutes, you’re talking hours.

I lay awake at night in a constant cower.

You can’t even look me in the eye when you devour,

My every last bit of will power.

Counting down the blades of grass,

They disappear in the counting down of a crash.
Sound lives in slow motion; vibrating off shattered glass.

If there’s a doubt in your mind,

I expect to unlock our fears and find,

That we are optimists just misplaced in time.