I have reached a point of awkwardness
A stillness that I swore to avoid
An habitual pause
And I can't find the Play button

Part of me is dripping with the past
Elementary romances covered in lies to myself
I was a dreamer
I'm not sure if that is at all still the case

It is the art of living that I miss
The flutter
The dance
It is all the things that pass me by

We've reached some sort of ripping point
A feeling of not being good enough
I will hit the breaks
While you fly right by

Holding on is all I have left
But to what
And why
I still can't find the answers for

We don't walk together any longer
I can't promise you I will change
I resent you for making me feel like I have to
Even more for making me feel like you don't care if I do

Will I hold on?
Will you let go
The fork in the road is between us
Waiting to see which road looks safe