delivered

where is it that you go when you go so far from here
why is it that you spend your breath when your words are insincere
why are you combing out your hair just to cut off
and who are you running from
you teeter while you walk
there is no sense of conviction when you bat your eyes at me
and the way you lay beneath makes me think you don’t believe
in this show that we are running
and the race that we wont win
unless you deliver yourself from destruction
and decide to let me in
there are only nights in the space around
you feed the days out to the birds
you spin lies from indecision
swear your life upon your words
but where is it that you’re going when you go so far from here
and why am I still asking when you’re the one who can’t see clear