Footsteps
They followed mother's d**h
They followed suit and peeled the paint off the walls
Behind a metal desk
Inside a modern mausoleum
You have found you calling, calling for fall
No amount of sound could make us fade the way you're fading now
Lost weight
Current emotional states left folding gold under a florescent light
It's a touch agoraphobic
I suggested catatonic, hypochondriac's suggestions
Wait
I held your hand
I drew a line in the sand
I couldn't bare to think you're losing your mind
But when the red flags bolted up is when your outlook started shifting
Just a shift requires valued time
You need to write this down
No amount of sound could make us fade the way you're fading now
When will you fade out?
Footsteps
They followed mother's d**h
They followed suit and peeled the paint off the walls