I was ready

Swallowing all anxiety like a pill

Armed with nothing but words

Consumed with mere prediction

Intoxicated with imagination

I was ready

Stepping on my demons to reach you

You're in my head, you're always in my head

Yet you're not in my sights, you've never been in my sights

Not since that night, that fateful night

I struggle to accept that my timing is once again errant, as I struggle to write for you better lines

I am armed with words, words for only your ears

But only air and dust greet me in the place that you should be

My words, you will never hear, but it's you that I crave to see

So who's the real loser here?

Clearly it's me

I'm running out of time
You're slipping from my mind

I'm running out of time
Dear, this is our decline

I'm running out of time
We could be so sublime

I'm running out of time
Dear, I'm making up my mind

I'm running out of time
Not leaving you behind

But I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time