Rhythms

Rhythms

Must be out of my mind

This way of livings got me acting way out of line

And now Im dying to find it

The way things work

When were out in the wild

Is it me or do the edges not seem defined

Its getting harder to try now

To make things work

Cold now at home

I never thought itd get worn out oh no

Do we prepare to be alone I guess so

Do we let this go

Holding out hope

But at the bottom of it all we both know

We never wanted to be just like our folks

And have our hearts grow cold

No it isnt the same

And to be honest I dont think theres anybody to blame

But were beginning to cave in

From the mold weve known

And now our rhythms have changed

Are we in it just to see how long it takes to break

Are we turning a page now

Or are we stuck in prose

Cold now at home

I never thought itd get worn out oh no

Do we prepare to be alone I guess so

Do we let this go

Holding out hope

But at the bottom of it all we both know

We never wanted to be just like our folks

And have our hearts grow cold