The phone rings and the pulse pounds
the walls
your head
You aren't ready to escape, but it's begging you to
You crawl across the floorboards
a horizontal ladder
You're pleading the distance between complacence and the door
you're losing
You're losing this war and it's just begun
Gain back your ground and you win back the right
to walk freely through the sprouts of hunches breaking through
the sutures of your skull
Let change
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
The phone rings and the pulse pounds
the walls
your head
You aren't ready to escape, but it's begging you to
You crawl across the floorboards
a horizontal ladder
You're pleading the distance between complacence and the door
you're losing
You're losing this war and it's just begun
Gain back your ground and you win back the right
to walk freely through the sprouts of hunches breaking through
the sutures of your skull
Let change
