im just a notch in your bedpost but youre just a line in a song
A Work in Progress
my body language translates old maps
making the warning signs clear again
keep back from this feathered path
each heavy step snaps a stick
as these hopes crash like a rolling stone
these roots will break but not bend
and i call on you friend
to echo my name
as my time starts to end
this time the green means done
the complacency holds my head
as my body gives in to the red
and many blend into one
this foreign language calls for attention
a voice silenced by the quiet of day
you were greater than you ever knew
its over but it just began
a new existence refuses to wait
this is what things have come to
and options are few
the line is fresh drawn
but it looks old to you
this time the green means stop
the flight is over time to land
a tremble from the panic at hand
moves bottom down to top
boring is the new fun
the prize too eager to claim
a shot rings out with the greatest of aim
you can hide but you can’t run
my body language translates old maps
making the warning signs clear again
keep back from this feathered path
each heavy step snaps a stick
as these hopes crash like a rolling stone
these roots will break but not bend
and i call on you friend
to echo my name
as my time starts to end
this time the green means done
the complacency holds my head
as my body gives in to the red
and many blend into one
this foreign language calls for attention
a voice silenced by the quiet of day
you were greater than you ever knew
its over but it just began
a new existence refuses to wait
this is what things have come to
and options are few
the line is fresh drawn
but it looks old to you
this time the green means stop
the flight is over time to land
a tremble from the panic at hand
moves bottom down to top
boring is the new fun
the prize too eager to claim
a shot rings out with the greatest of aim
you can hide but you can’t run