Walkin Through This Maze Made of Concrete Walls,

One. More. Word.

What'd you say, you said you wanted to get to know me? Open up, show me love, give me a sense of what you are. So far I can barely hear you, so close I can almost taste you. Great plans to become a cohesive unit, fell apart at the seams the day after I caved. Told you fine, inside the lines, color me whatever hue you'd like. Lost the will to survive in this sweaty, crowded system, too many places and times to decide which me I'd like to reveal. Instead, she'll bend and then she'll break and it's up to you to rearrange. Puzzle pieces never fit so poor, cup of coffee overturned seemed like so much more. All that ever mattered was the system in which we buried ourselves in, the institution that handed us our life survival guidelines. Taking tours of our past, cuddled up against the thought that maybe we might be able to return to it. Taking care of what needs to be, leaving out the parts we don't see fit. Keep listening, there's more..