I might lose my mind,
With all these convictions you’re throwing,
No one knows who’s telling the truth,
How can I want more,
When I don’t know you,
Sending me fleeing for safety and sanity.
I’ll hide out until your secrets are revealed.
Stop tracing my footsteps,
Only I can be me,
You can’t breathe down my back,
And expect me to stick around.
I don’t want to pick someone up
Who’s always down.

A sordid design,
Hide it in my eyes,
To steal thoughts from you mind,
Make them my own.
One weary tear,
A collision of unkept words I swept for you my dear,
Tracing panes of long passed days,
Where I have waited.
Your careless lines echo in my ears a thousand times,
Belied tonight,
I won’t fight sleep to keep you from my dreams,
Devised a plot to invade your thoughts,
But you beat me at my own game.
I have let you wander on.
What lies will be replaced with truth?
Below the tide, time’s ticking. Grace in regression.