If I made a list of all the things of which I am afraid
I'd put dying at the top followed close behind the sound your walls make
I'm still trying to figure out how we ended up here in the first place
I'm not saying it's your fault, just a good idea left in a bad way
But why does every part of me keep shifting?
It's just like the first time I had to wait it off with no call
To see through a need to be alone, it's just that I'd rather not have to wait at all
This floor is sinking along with thoughts of myself inside your house
Made a b line, slow down
But I'm still stuck thinking of ways that I can make this less awkward now
A cryptic earful, so loud