The dark is searing in my place of sleep

Is it a truth? Are you restless too? I long to feel you breathe

Melancholy seeps through the cracks and heats up my walls

Another chance that I can't get back, is another photo that falls

The dust whispers to me in the quaintest voice;

"Roll the fuck over kid; you've made your choice."

But I can't help wondering would giving up these days

Really make a lifetime longer, or would it just seem that way?

Nothing gives me relief, clocks like a fan

I'm losing time like I've lost my mind

I can't understand just how this all came in the first place

Choices are echoing then gone without a trace

I'm not looking for a way out

An amalgamation of the things I'd rather be without

Are offering change

If I make a move, it can start here I know that's true