Haste The Day

And now I’m running out of reasons.
And I spoke too soon.
The clock weighs on the counter top.
Everything is sinking through the floor.
You hold the door and I’ll pressure the hinges.
Would you trust these locks?
And sleep to hide you secrets?
Dodging bullets is easier when you don’t believe in fate.
And I swear, I swear we won’t make it obvious when we turn around again.
What are you afraid of?
Are you scared you’re not alone?
You keep running out. Turn around again.
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless.
Burning all your dreams
I’m running low on secrets that will quench your thirsty ears.
And I’m counting the seconds between distraction and the moment.
Fifteen seconds till melt down.
Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor.