Faked enough days to string together something
Resembling a moment, a semblance so touching
Take note
Of the cracks inside my heartÂ
And the lumps inside my throat
Waiting for the shoe to drop
Waiting for these blues to rotÂ
Told a many tales, told of lazy fabrications
A new version of me, the latest recreation
Take note
Of the tears inside my eyes
And the knots atop the rope
Waiting for the shoe to drop
Waiting for these blues to rot
