im realizing
that even when relaxing
im grasping at the air
feel need to hold
what's not there

when the cold in your stare
brings me 'round
to the ground
and im all ears again
making fear a friend
before it gets the better
of us

keep em close
keep em close
embers in your pocket
dont let the wind
turn suspicion
to a rocket

i've flagged down the last cab