My broken back keeps breaking again
My heavy shoulders are phantom limbs
And I'm in
Deep discussions in the back of my head
The jury's hung when the verdict is read
It's taken hours
Feels more like days
A misconception in whatever it is I say
I am the bird flying into to the glass
Something I saw or I'd swore that I had
I've thought for hours
Stood still for days
I'm frozen solid up to my waist
And maybe it's what we wanted
I am sinking
Quiet, speaking in code
The cynical way I'm stalling
Looking both ways
Crossing thirty lanes in the road
For every pose that I struggle to hold
A mirror breaks
And I take what I'm sold
And I guess
If I just cover my back with the wall
A kick in the teeth
But at least I can see it all
And maybe it's what I wanted
I am sinking
Quiet, speaking in code
The cynical way I'm stalling
Looking both ways
Crossing thirty lanes in the road
How many hours
Turn into days?
We've wasted weeks just wasting away
And maybe it's what we wanted
I am sinking
Quiet, speaking in code
The cynical way I'm stalling
Looking both ways
Crossing thirty lanes in the road
It's taken hours
Feels more like days