constantly falling into old habits
of taking a step back
i’m finally counting on all of my friends
while keeping up a state where
i’m renowned for knowing what’s best
and catching onto you
i’m finally counting on my second guess
after getting myself ahead of you
with an overridden case of pale regret
while I’m sanctioned off in sorrow
it seems we’re in a place where were falling apart
but where was I to witness that there even was a start
and it’s finally occurring that I’ll never make a run
or even bring up the truth
while you’re running around
so draw out a prophecy
and send me away
i'm better at you than me
and it’s all still the same
i’m uncomfortable knowing
that it’s just a game