Who Knows For How Long

If your eyes closed and your fingers circling above a map

And the simple realization you were never coming back

In the silence, I can whisper all the things I want to say

But your eyes just have a way of telling me it's all in vain

You're beginning to succeed in slowly pushing me away

This is not life or your home, its money and a place to stay

This desire, for attention, you're afraid of growing old

A reflection, it appears that you've become a bag of bones

You are here, but you are not who I remember

You are here, but I don't recognize what's left

You are here, but you've grown sick of just surviving

You are here, but who knows for how long

But who knows for how long