Inwood

I'm stuck in suspension But it's my fault for speaking in rhythms I'm barely hanging on and My grip is slipping from crooked fingers It's all because you're making waves At the bottom of suburban lakes I bet the air is colder in the city But did you really want to leave? I cut you off But you handed me the knife You swore that things Would turn out fine When did your words Become worthless? When did you Become spineless? I wish you'd turn it all around Your plans shift More than northern winters You seep into my skin Quickly like wooden splinters Why are you so sorry now? Grip your hands around my throat so I can't speak I don't believe a word that falls from your mouth The hitch in your breath has made you weak The battle lines are all drawn out Ticks on maps line all of your walls What kind of friend reaffirms all of your doubts? I've been fighting too hard for this To be the second hand I never thought Your faith was well placed You're not guiding me home You're watching me drown You're cutting me down I'm face first on the asphalt You've been letting me drown At the bottom of suburban lakes I've been dragging my feet through snow Giving you a chance to prove yourself This is begging for the last time The fault was never mine You've crossed double solid lines my friend Nothing will ever be the same again