The Atlicic - Inwood

I'm stuck in suspension
But it's my fault for speaking in rhythms
I'm barely hanging on and
My grip is slipping from crooked fingers
It's all because you're making waves
At the bottom of suburban lakes

I bet the air is colder in the city
But did you really want to leave?

I cut you off
But you handed me the knife
You swore that things
Would turn out fine

When did your words
Become worthless?
When did you
Become spineless?

I wish you'd turn it all around

Your plans shift
More than northern winters
You seep into my skin
Quickly like wooden splinters

Why are you so sorry now?
Grip your hands around my throat so I can't speak
I don't believe a word that falls from your mouth
The hitch in your breath has made you weak
The battle lines are all drawn out
Ticks on maps line all of your walls
What kind of friend reaffirms all of your doubts?

I've been fighting too hard for this
To be the second hand
I never thought
Your faith was well placed

You're not guiding me home
You're watching me drown
You're cutting me down
I'm face first on the asphalt

You've been letting me drown
At the bottom of suburban lakes
I've been dragging my feet through snow
Giving you a chance to prove yourself

This is begging for the last time
The fault was never mine
You've crossed double solid lines my friend
Nothing will ever be the same again

Written by:
The Atlicic

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