Wither

Tangled in daydreams so everything seems serene
Seep between the seams and fall back to spring
Depression pries from my lack of time
Can't help but feel I'll slowly fall
Behind closed blinds
Eclipsing my lifetime
Faulty bloodline

Wither
Wither

Finally had it all aligned
A feeling like your first high
Now reminds me of the pine tree on your finger
Wet grass beats winter
Succumb to whispers

And wither
Wither

Finger rings falling down your sink
Don't you think we've had enough
Of treading through bad blood
I'm sick of everything that's left undone

Manipulating feelings that I had once
Falling out of touch with everyone I love
Back from early years when we weren't numb