Like fibers in carpetsPressed into the hardwoodDiscolored and framelessAnd I cannot fake thisBackstrokes into drywallStaying out until last callWe talk like we're oldAnd I cannot fake thisBackstrokes into drywallEven though we're still so youngAre you ice or are you melting?Are you tough or are you wilting?Museum gift shopPlain trouble will find meAnd a decade adjustingTo what I'm becomingAnd maybe I'm not clearAt least somewhat translucentState of betweeningReductive and fleetingTo me there's still stairs to climbIn some ways here or thereAnd this way I'm clear
