Window

Half-drawn circles messy lines upon the page it was always just a role I had to play staring at the screen waiting for the ring that never rings

Still calling still hoping still falling

Wait by the window for a ghost Wait by the window while you give someone else the most and I keep building towers out of sand just to watch them slip right through my hand Right through my hand

Colder weather pull the sleeves across my palms borrowed logic doesn't keep me very calm traded all my pride searching for the things you hide

Still calling still hoping still falling