Ready or not
I am waiting at your door
Suffer me now
Forevermore

The way that we are
Is not the way that we were meant to be
Longing for you is a mortal mistake
I die a thousand times everyday

Oh, yes, it's true
Every line is about you
Sometimes the easiest explanation
Says more about us than the situation

But who am I to judge
Your verdict on what my fascinations are
(the) version of me that you love and the version of me that I know are entire worlds apart

Whatever state I am in
I daydream of the world I just got done running from

Your concrete shell
Makes me long for salted sands
But when I'm in the sea
All I could wish for is to feel your warm embrace

Your city sounds
Compel me to sing of storms
But when I'm in the sea
All I could wish for is to see your familiar face

The unceasing march
Goes on beyond control
And it will take from us
The bits of you we selfishly stole

Ready or not
I'm at your door
Suffer me now
Forevermore

Running, Backwards

Amongst my many talents playing guitar and singing are not listed.

Running, Backwards

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