do you ever sit so still you see the leaves shake past the window sill, like I do do you ever hold your breath, exhaled till theres nothing left cause I do I am gasping through the sounds, hands grasping towards the ground, Gentle echoes of what my bones know is true

But I cry late at night when rain drips down too calmly I’m hiding in plain sight the only time I’m real

So can you hear What I’m too scared to hold secrets for the moonlight Whispers for the bold

have you ever paced the room until the walls become a tomb, like I have and did you ever drive through town, seeking out new ways to drown, cause I have. The house is mine, but not my own a place to live, but not my home And the lights are going out before they’re due

But I cry Every night, the silhouettes astound me I’m hiding in plain sight The only time I’m real

You’ll never hear What I’m too scared to hold My secrets for the moonlight My whispers for the bold

are you bold enough for me can we stretch the time we need to see this through or did i wake too slow, while I was sitting still did I miss out on you