Nothing left to hold on to but pieces of metaphors that Only help me to confuse the now and before (and before) We all go It seems like there's an answer, but it's buried in amongst the fallen words that have no meaning left at all any more
Slow down slow down you're always telling me to stay down and out, don't bother getting up and slow down Slow down you're always telling me to stay down down
I'm sick of walking away, sick of learning to feel It's hard to say but the time and the place and the look on your face say it's real
Like to say that all this counts for something I'm never sure but I Eat it up and turn into the thing that I was before and it Seems like there's an answer in there Buried in amongst the fallen words we like to taste
Wish that I had never known all this Holding it together just another day
