Flint

I'm afraid of these shelves All talk, no help But walking out on the lawn Green looks so real Back to sleep, it's safer alone Things get stuck in my throat Stone truths, small notes And time fails to slow down Tomorrow, next year Better off 'cause I'm on my own So tip back the hourglass And spill some time on the floor It turns out that nothing lasts So why not walk through the door? Many thoughts drift to you Not that you're new It just seems right So right I can't sleep Here I am, I'm not going home Can't you see what things have been sown It might take two days, just like Rome