Grasping

Tracing slow, eyes glance, hands cramp Shins on splints, grasp onto any plan Sin down, sit around Sin down, sit around Still eyes slow, facing glances stand onto nothing Solo comprehend Decisions left under the matress Over matters with no one left To grasp your plan on broken You're grasping on broken hands You're grasping plans under your broken hands You see you grasping Grasping, damn I shrink and eyes blink Trying hard but question everything I shrink - I blink Seasoned tasks seem under hand Faded whispers shifted to last Another spin and they'll be back grasping Tracing slow, eyes glance, hands cramp Shins on splints Grasp onto any plan; decisions left under the matress Over matters with no one left To grasp your plan with broken You're grasping plans on broken hands Sin down, you sit around