I Stand Still While Time Doesn’t

If you could just hold on for a moment
Let me catch a second (Let me catch one)
Let me think of few more words worth spilling
Something well put together (Borrowed or better)
I could puke up so many infinitesimal sentences
That would just come off track
Staring at someone I once knew
With no life in their body to glimpse back
(Stuttering to make point)
I become so repetitive
Second thought constantly extinguishing
The first before its finished (Could things have been different?)
Flashes of good times spent are seized by that image
Standing with foreign bodies surrounding the room
Passing stuttered speeches with small jokes to illume

The wall of noise separates into silence
And a single file line with a preacher as the centrifuge
(I know I have too)
Then comes the point we are supposed to say something
(We all choke on these things)
I can never comprehend, not a second of it
It never feels real

As I hold cold crossed hands
I stand and stare and come up with nothing
(Could things have been different had I said a few things right?)
As I hold cold crossed hands
I stand and stare and come up with nothing
(Could things have been different had I said a few things right?)
As I hold cold crossed hands
I stand and stare and come up with nothing
(Could things have been different had I said a few things right?)
As I hold cold crossed hands
I stand and stare and come up with nothing
(Could things have been different had I said a few things right?)