Like fibers in carpets
Pressed into the hardwood
Discolored and frameless
And I cannot fake this
Backstrokes into drywall
Staying out until last call
We talk like we're old
And I cannot fake this
Backstrokes into drywall
Even though we're still so young
Are you ice or are you melting?
Are you tough or are you wilting?
Museum gift shop
Plain trouble will find me
And a decade adjusting
To what I'm becoming
And maybe I'm not clear
At least somewhat translucent
State of betweening
Reductive and fleeting
To me there's still stairs to climb
In some ways here or there
And this way I'm clear
