The wandering hours Create pondering towers When instead of talking You are always walking Steadily ahead of me Like you're dead to me Like a small centipede Walking for centuries With the intent to be free Yet constantly ambulatory So we become slaves to your movement When settling would be an improvement
You begin to freely flake As I start to starve You say let them eat cake And my heart you carve Into servings appropriate for your appetite While I know something isn't right But still forced to accept this plight Of being your minor distraction Chained by my love's infraction Of settling on you I shouldn't stay But I bet I do
I wish I loved or hated you a little more So I'd know what to do As it stands I'm always looking out the door But I'm unable to move I want to stick around and see if you do something amazing Like love me back Instead of attack With your acidic apathy You mercilessly grapple me And never decide to let go Of love you never let show
We've been driving down this road for a while And for the last million miserable miles You've presented me unpredictable trials With your nonchalant instinctual style You've let yourself become extremely impaired As I understandably grow more and more scared I feel the answer is in the love we seldom share But you're never lost when you're going nowhere And I cannot follow your wandering stare