Young Professional

Its getting late I said again The dawn comes quicker than it ever did The occhiolism's setting in for Another week Another year Of exponential existential dread And all the things I could've said So While I wait for the sirens Buried somewhere in silence From one for all Hiding from High beams Slowly drowning in dry heaves Filling glasses with pine trees To guide my eyes up to the sky for When I needed lightning When I needed something other than this A prayer sung from hiding A prayer sung from all Id do for an inch So put away the sighing Put away the fear that comes in a pinch Follow up the tidings And run like hell again If i paint feathers On the wings of yesterday Will they fly up any higher? Will they run off in the rain? Cause I've been tethered by An old and broken chain The moon is lower than I thought The tides are circling the drain To find my voice in A serpent's sigh To steer the ship By a shaded sky staring Into the sun With freckled eyes The sails all torn But I'll get somewhere in time I'll get somewhere Oh I find There's never a time for it all Oh sometimes Its better to let yourself fall So take some time to breathe Fall along under the leaves Burning all your effigies Till they fade into the breeze And when all your blood is bees (When the fire's gone out) Your wills have gone to sleep (When the tides are all down) Make yourself believe (Shout into the night) We're all doing alright