I push it in and pull it back when i see the red flag I let it go and drive it home
Spending everyday under the point looking for some peace inside its crystal white
Head high in the glass clouds scattered across the hollow crowds
Worries left far behind in the lonely world where all my pain was heard
Tracks on my arm telling of the misery I've gone through each mark speaking of each night spent alone
No calls or messages on this silent phone trapped in my head the place I call home
So I pull this pen back once more letting all the tears go