Stitches

this countdown

to the day of departure has slowly been eating away

it's a meltdown

it's a personal torture i never saw coming my way

i try to breathe deep

i try to find sleep

i try holding on to the same old song

just because of a brand new verse

and i found what i always wanted

as she walked away

and i ran aground with this wound untreated

let it wash away

so keep slipping

i continue to try in vain just to pinpoint an answer

i keep tripping

on the same damn wire and no one came tumbling after

crawl back in reverse

wash off this new verse

then keep holding on to the same tired song

'cause from here it will only get worse

and i found what i always