Borrowed Time

When I breathe,

My mouth chokes on the taste,

Of forests laid to waste,

But I don’t suffocate so,

I just go about my day,

When I try to sleep,

My mind keeps me awake,

Plagued with thoughts about the choices that I’ll never get to make,

Cause by the time I know just what to do it’s already to late,

:

Hey,

It’s already too late,

But I’m still lying here awake,

And it feels like,

Living on borrowed time,

Like racing home before the sunset dies,

I’ve made up my mind,

More than a million times,

Before I ever even realized,

My fate was never my own to decide,

When I speak,

The message I convey,

Voices thoughts so bleak that who hear them always turn away,

But every crisis that we weather just leaves me with more to say,

Hey,

You always turn away,

But I still have more to say,

And it feels like,

Living on borrowed time,

Like racing home before the sunlight dies,

I’ve made up my mind,

More than a million times,

Before I ever even realized,

It was never up to me,

Cause we’re all just watching these catastrophes,

No heroes; only casualties,

Waiting so patiently,

For someone to come and save us all,

To catch us right before we fall,

And it feels like,

Living on borrowed time,

Like racing home before the sunset dies,

I’ve made up my mind,

More than a million times,

Before I ever even realized,

My fate was never my own to decide