Sifting through 3 years
8 months and a handful of dust like shadows
falling through a matrix of "wish I hads"
And it`s much harder to see how much space was taken
when your chest pounds with the footsteps of those you`ve forsaken
its a shame isn`t it
The way these hours spin out of control
and how the tighter your grip on the why
and the how insures a faster demise to a here and a now
There`s no strength in numbers is the one thing I`ve found
and you can`t trust your balance
until you`ve walked with your feet on the ground
