In this dumb moment
As the days carefully get buried away
I keep hoping to find meaning then give up
Tired of the search

I’ve gotten good at polite smiles
I wonder why
I don’t know the real answer
But it’s probably not wrong

I don’t know what tomorrow brings
But I’ve given up on stopping
An excuse to say that much
Is what I hope for

Layer upon layer of thin lines drawn and erased
Change and take shape
Lines left from mistakes erased, erased, erased
That’s it’s real appearance

I already know, so don’t say it
I know, don’t say it
I already know, so don’t say it
I know, don’t say it

This mixed and merged hue
Traces over and washes the thin lines
Feelings I resist pile in, pile in, pile in
This should be the answer

Walking alone tonight