New Reality - Patio

Taking from the bone

There’s too much marrow

Is it not real?

Or is it better not to know?

Never ever over

Waiting for a fall

Still scraping that plate

While they watch us crawl

No more pacing

There’s no time

Lose ourselves and break their lines

Blinking through the phone

I can’t unsee it

I never find

Another way back to it

I’ve been waiting

Switched doubt

Keep saying I’m gonna drown

Keep breathing in and out

No more pacing

There’s no time

Lose ourselves or break their lines

Cut quick

In a short flick

I’m a dumb hick

Taking out my own tongue

The air’s thick

It won’t stick

There’s an ice pick

Sticking out of my lung

It’s a slide trick

And it’s so slick

But your yardstick

Is on the wrong rung

Every wrist flick

Every sidekick

Makes you so sick

To see what you’ve done