Songs I Write | VIII

Godspeed

Tell me why I'm sitting in a restaurant while you're taking up focus of my mind
Wondering what you're doing to not reply
You've left me on read, my calls miss you again, I'm meant to be present at the table with friends
Your lack of being and lacking everything takes my eyes off my fancy drink, onto the ice rink

I'm spinning around, anticipating my fall
I'm yelling, "catch me"
But you don't tend to my call
I keep spinning around, fearing the end of it all
You're wishing Godspeed
As I descend in awe

I'm spinning around, anticipating my fall
I'm yelling, "catch me"
But you don't tend to my call
I keep spinning around, fearing the end of it all
You're wishing Godspeed
As I descend in awe

Rolled eyes
Heavy sighs
White lies
Petty crime
Waiting time
Out of line
I can't keep track of things that I've tried to make it fine

I'm spinning around, anticipating my fall
I'm yelling, "catch me"
But you don't tend to my call
I keep spinning around, fearing the end of it all
You're wishing Godspeed
As I descend in awe

I'm spinning around, anticipating my fall
I'm yelling, "catch me"
But you don't tend to my call
I keep spinning around, fearing the end of it all
You're wishing Godspeed
As I descend in awe