One step more until we are done here
One last call for retribution
Give me this, I am not needed
But don’t concede I’m not necessary
What! Are you looking for me?
Go! You just let it slip away
Kill! Your chances, they’re all gone
Learn to love, you can figure it out
Now you know how my eyes paint you
Let me go, I am not needed
Stay there, quiet, like I know you will
Circles we’ve drawn around our feet
On the sidewalk, and down the street
Under lights that never stay on
Telling me I have bad ideas
Letters and numbers we’ve jotted down
Through our fingers instead of our mouths
Inhale, then sigh, as simple as that
No need to exhale when you are around
Are you looking for me?
Well, you let me slip away
-Zach