Watching lights dance on my walls
Knowing they're just chemicals
Every end in the same evening
Indulging in a misplaced feeling
Taking in some stars again
I never finish then I start again
Cutting lines I don't want to cross
Bury them deep or cut them off
I know my eyes just look like glass
Mirroring words I want to last
Falling into night for a while
To step away from the ongoing cycle
A hand's flow later I'm holding it back
Just the same as when it never made it past
Now here we are and all there is is time
Just some time and some spreading lines
Now I'm not one to hang on
When will it be gone?
When will it be gone?
When will I be gone?
A hand's flow later I'm holding it back
Just the same as when it never made it past
Now here we are and all there is is time
Just some time and some spreading lines
Now I'm not one to hang on
When will it be gone?
When will it be gone?
When will I be gone?
