My words are puddles
Scattered ‘cross the floor
You tried to weave your
Way around them
But I just kept making more
I got the best of me
I drew a perfect circle
But no one was looking
I got the best of me
I tried to fly
But nothing was working
Turn up the time again
This room hasn't changed
There I am sneaking
Stretching chords
Just to hear what the grownups say
I got the best of me
I dreamt the child I was
Into being
I got the best of me
Awkward silence is all I'm hearing
My words are puddles
Scattered ‘cross the floor
You tried to weave your way around them
But I just kept making more
You tried to weave your way around them
But I just kept making more
This room feels like a time warp
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