Math & Science

It’s time we understood the things that we hold on to.
Now you’re too late.
I see smoke billow at the moon, hear records in your room.
It all used to make me sick.
We’re becoming it.
Where do we go when we hit that wall?
Time that we spend drawing lines in sand.
And where do we land when we’re falling?
Sometimes I feel defeated.
We used to walk the line, we’ve moved in severed time and now you’re too late.
And everyone’s so late, weathered or gone away.
Things we never say.
I’d be long gone too.
Where do we go when we hit that wall?
Time that we spend drawing lines in sand.
And where do we land when we’re falling?
We’ve been desperate for bread and love, cast out by something up above,
pounded on their doors and waited to be turned away.
And we’d say «you all go, we’ll stay.» So god damn proud…
well who’s laughing about it now?
And it used to be okay…
now I’m alone…
and I feel defeated.