A Going

Sometimes
My life seems like a hallway it seems all the same
I could use a little bit sunshine upon this frosted rain
But I'm okay
I'll use one of my quotes (?) to spark emotion
Sometimes that's not enough no matter how many times I wrote it
People around here see me, that isn't me
No matter how many times I say "No I'm Sape" they're not listening
I need to move, my life lost its juice
Thoughts will improve once I find a new avenue
I'm not stuck I just feel like I am sometimes
That's why my pen dribbles upon the canvas like an in-compassionate misfit
Following my own shoelaces
Marking under the moon faces
Looking for a new places
It's time
(It's time to go)
I think I'll go
I'll pack my bags tomorrow

CHORUS
But what am I waiting for I'm already halfway out the door
I'm tied down by invisible strings
You say foot in front of foot just follow the floor
But it's not quite so simple to me

I'll pack my bags tomorrow cause today's not the day
But if I wait then motivation will decay
Just look at the stages you will break
Say "Aw crud, I'm talking to myself again", I'm not dumb
I think that I'll go back in my head ya there's work to be done
'Cause the circuitry's cut
You don't understand these are more than just words to me, son
All I have is a pen to clutch and when my ashes turn to dust
I hope they still feel the passion in my blood
But where do I go when the pen is all that I follow
When the walls close in in this building that I call home
A nomad in a cage but it's not too late
To sleepwalk under the moon's faces
Looking for a new place
It's time
It's time to go
I think I'll go

CHORUS x2