Apprehension; it makes me blind
I can't see clear half of the time
When the days are too short
And the nights they are so long
The shoe will hang over my head
I wait for the fall and begin again
Apathy and anxiety take over me
They take over me
And I cannot see
They take over me
And I cannot see
They take till there's nothing left
There's a beauty to things we throw out
A busted luster that still shines through
Help me remember
Remember the good