Tuesday

2:30 tuesday
Slip out the door
Rainfall speaks dialect
To pavement below

She says she'll cover the tracks in my wake
A chance to escape, not a trace
Not a trace

Stare at the faces
The smiles on the street
Who run in the races
And follow their dreams

What do you dream of when you go to sleep?
The whispers you swallow
The secrets you keep?

All of our fears come from doubts
We're mostly afraid of ourselves
And making mistakes
And losing at games

How would you filter
Your portrait of me?
Does it pain you to watch as
The colors recede?

Nothing is lasting
Forever's a lie
Creations collapse as
Ambitions run dry

All of our fears come from doubt
We're mostly afraid of ourselves
And making mistakes
And losing at games

All of my fears come from doubt
Mostly afraid of myself
And making mistakes
And losing at games

Pretend it's okay