2:30 Tuesday
Slip out the door
Rainfall speaks dialect to pavement below
She says she'll cover the tracks in my wake
A chance to escape, not a trace, not a trace
Stare at the faces, the smiles on the street
Who run in the races, and follow their dreams
What do you dream of when you go to sleep
The whispers you swallow, the secrets you keep
All of our fears come from doubts
We're mostly afraid of ourselves
And making mistakes
And losing at games
How would you filter your portrait of me
Does it pain you to watch as the colors recede
Nothing is lasting, forever's a lie
Creations collapse as ambitions run dry
All of our fears come from doubt
We're mostly afraid of ourselves
And making mistakes
And losing at games
All of my fears come from doubt
Mostly afraid of myself
And making mistakes
And losing at games
Pretend it's okay