are you taken care of when you’re sitting on your knees 
cement is getting harder when you’re standing in my way
walls are getting thinner when the flowers aren't in bloom 
words are getting sharper when they slip from your teeth

that's alright 
that's okay 
i'm better off anyway
and i’ll still wait till i'm black and blue
or until i get a hold of you

hard wood echoes as you walk down the hall
taking down the pictures that were covered up in dust 
i wish the breeze would blow through my window at night 
it’s too cold to think and it’s not warm enough to fight