when you're stuck on pause it becomes an addiction
running away from yourself
when you find you're in pieces it becomes an addiction
running away from yourself

though not much has changed
I've only tasted a glimpse of how things could have been

finally looked up, in the distance saw a light
but couldn't figure out how to let it in
somewhere in the distance I could sense warmth
but couldn't figure out how to reach out to it

can't figure out when this all started
thick cloud above me, on all sides
pieces falling off me as early as I can remember