i feel less afraid. i hate that the world is divided by clocks
and leaves some of us feeling left behind.
i'm hoping you'll catch up with me,
that you can see beauty in progression
while i'll better understand the art of patience
in this fast-paced world
i promise to talk about myself a little less
and listen to you more. give you room to talk
since i'm always talking louder. blah blah blah,
in one ear and out. i'll hold it in and contemplate it
this time. cradle the silence and let you speak
for there's no point in getting nervous
i like the sound of your voice anyway.
until then i hope you see i'm trying
not to lose my spark and get swallowed whole
by my own stupid insecurities over loving and folding
up the chair when the game is over.
there's only so much losing one can take
before it starts feeling necessary.
this time i won't be so quick to fold, i'll sit back
and wait for your next move.
i hope you like the sound of that