On a Wednesday

There's something neither here nor there about you
Things you never meant to live without
You're circling the drain of a bad idea
You had long before you understood the deal

But we don't ever talk about the disconnect
To peace, perspective, drive, direction
Where do you live
What do you live for

It feels like every door leads to a waiting room
Every minute ticks away too soon
Everything you hold is insubstantial
Evidence of you is circumstantial

But we don't ever talk about the things we need
Things we can't express but dug down deep
We don't have to talk about the things we lack
We don't miss the ones we know are coming back

If, on a Wednesday, you should find yourself
Trying to find me, don't be surprised to find I've gone
Into hiding

I used to think big words would make me tall
But now I'm just waiting for a phrase on which to end it all

We don't ever talk about the things we need
Things we can't express but dug down deep
We don't have to talk about the things we lack
We don't miss the ones we know are coming back

You go on ahead
I'll just stay here