Really Far

Hey, wait may I waken you late
For I may slip away
I have no wall to lean against to
Though I may be not great

You, merry be you
When you walk through your door to an empty room
Holding my head in your hands like a stone
A lead brick or two wouldn't make you fall

Down, way down ahead
Way down under your bed

And I see my friends and I know that we're here
And I hold them so close that they run out of air
And I make the same mistakes as you
We all make them worry but we ran out of clues

And now what is left but not
Nothing not a man from your cloth
Not a mumble in your moan or a child in this chair
Or a fable gone through no nothing

Nothing left therе maybe we come back
Maybе it's ok to crawl back

Eventually they said I lacked conviction without a position
A chemistry, a metal blast, a tickle amounting to nothing
A proper push to kick the well like something straight out of a movie
A panic cry a silent song this boat overturns with me in it