Lake Mattson
In the quiet I can pick up the pieces or listen to my ears ring
The feeling as I walk through the door knowing you won’t follow me
Suddenly without, I need to make myself busy
This was going to happen eventually, I knew this was going to happen
The feeling as I walk through the door knowing you won’t follow me
Making myself busy, I knew this was going to happen
Music stops, ears ringing
Suddenly aware of the speed of my windshield wipers
Silently waiting for someone nice to come around long enough that I forget I exist
It won’t last forever music stops silence in its place
Suddenly without, assess my feelings
In the quiet I can pick up the pieces or listen to my ears ring