Trajectory

State how you feel

Timing's never perfect

You'll feel obliged to stay

But I'm content just waiting

The weight of the times

Is something so heavy it's circular

Orchestrate my pain

Turn it into something

So delusional

So much more than reason

I never did know

How to survive in this made-up tale

Turn the pages slowly

I always take my time

Finally shaking off

Finally shaking off

Some kind of disease

Tends to leave me thinking

Running back to a familiar place

I was built for the the way it broke me

But it's too late, it's part of my trajectory

Turn the pages slowly

I always take my time

Finally shaking off

I'm finally shaking off