I can't keep my composure
As I try hard to find some sense of closure
I haven't gotten closer
And I find that my time isn't getting any slower
And now I'm left to wonder
How I fell from the spell you always had me under
And we don't want to admit it
But the habit has a hold and the kick will take a minute
Pray to whom you swear
Get back to me when you get an answer to that prayer
Oh i need it
Write it down on paper
Play pretend lick the end, and turn it into vapor
Tell it to a stranger
Sell your clothes, you suppose you've done yourself a favor
What's there left to savor?
The remnants of a circumstance
A dance of insubordinance
Notice your behavior
Grasping to that habit had become you second nature
Fake it on the phone
Hang up on Saskatchewan and do it on your own
Because you need it
Those questions
Truly
I can't keep my composure as I try hard to find the right exposure
As I'm getting older I speculate that all that weight will grow upon my shoulder
So now I'm left to wonder how I fell from the spell that you always had me under
And we don't want to admit
That habit had a hold but you can do it on your own because you need it
Questions
New religion
Truly