Where do you go?
Weathered shell
Keeping nothing for yourself

Kick the grass that’s poking out
From the pavement
Unannounced

Made of glass
Warm to the touch
Still convinced it’s not enough

Even in motion
You tell me to wait
You’re dragging your feet now
It’s getting too late

Total devotion
Never relayed
You’re dragging your feet now
It’s getting too late

Cross it out for me

In the corner, on the shelf
Keeping nothing for yourself
Can’t take back what’s in the tile
Let it hold your voice a while

You’ve got it all wrong
It’s been there all along

Even in motion
You tell me to wait
You’re dragging your feet now
It’s getting too late

Total devotion
Never relayed
You’re dragging your feet now
It’s getting too late