Cycle

The same cycle spins at ten in the morning
Pedal to the pulse while feeling so exhausted
Slow to drift away from whispers in the eardrum
Any way to cope with feeling numb

The same cycle spins around every Sunday
Rinse is set on high as the colors start to fade away
Shadows stretch to hide from darkened horizons
Another in the books that wasn't so surprising
What'll you leave behind
Dusted trophies your cat couldn't find
Or vacant poems you refused to sign

The same vultures swarm around in your restless sleep
Spent last ten hours being easy to please
Choice words on my tongue but I bite my lip
It's all apart of staying underneath the power trip
What will you leave behind
Dusted trophies your cat can't find
Or vacant poems you refused to sign
I prayed it wasn't so
Thought there'd be more down the road
Wish it would light up and smoke
Before feeling the brunt of every joke

The day you wandered off your breadcrumb trail
Thought you had the sense to stop shaking outside
Better dart away quick before the hook sinks in
On and on for way too long
So pull out all the stops can't hold another drop
And fake it for forty more



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Gilbertie
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