Half a Page

The clock
Won't stop
It keeps changing real slow
Just changing real slow

Moving back and forth i'm
Driving south and north
There's a moon somewhere that's hiding
Hiding from the earth

Can't see
Can't really see
Ten feet in front of me
I'm speaking not to sleep
Not to sleep

Giving in to headlights
I look down at the red light
It's hardly moved at all
Unlike me in my car

All this wondering if it's right
To even dedicate this space
Doesn't diminish after nights end
But weaves and bends through seconds of the day
Place all the time to side
I suppose those details have a time and place
When or where it doesn't matter
When the year's already shattered on the floor
It doesn't really matter

I always thought that i'd be writing all my
Songs while we were hanging in your bedroom
With some coffee going downstairs
And your dogs would both be sleeping
We'd be playing our guitars
But now we're super far apart
My sense of certainty's unraveling cause
Wading through these days isn't
Getting any easier
I'm trying to breathe i'm trying to breathe
But the water keeps on getting deeper

Almost move but never do
Black and white no follow-through
Almost bloom but never new
Never know so don't pursue
Almost move but never do
Bold for what no follow-through
Almost move but never do
Half a page these words are huge

I always thought that i'd be writing all my
Songs while we were hanging in your bedroom
With some coffee going downstairs
And your dogs would both be sleeping
We'd be playing our guitars
But now we're super far apart

And I always thought that we were made from all the
Same stars and stones
But I would give anything
To trade my star for another
If it meant that i'm wrong
And made of something way other
Than your sorry bones