Waiting

The outside world’s incontinent
The wall’s no longer our fence
Your skin crawls with it, what’s eating you?
Flawless for our little one
Do-overs and re-runs
As you sacrifice the air you breathe
All those things life put you through
Lame excuses shouldn’t do
It hasn’t been enough for you, I’m waiting
Panic is our passing flu
A holiday without a view
It’s not good enough for you, I’m waiting
Find ourself inside again
The outside world seems most distant
Tomorrow the sun will rise again and you will smile
And you will find yourself
And you will find yourself
And you will find yourself again
All those things life put you through
Virtue nearly buried you
Two years without a mirror, she’s fading
Forgetting her mental health
Losing pieces of herself
Lost in a nursery, he’s waiting on the shelf
For her to find herself
For her to find herself
For her to find herself again
(The outside world is closing in
The outside world is closing in
The outside world is, is closing in)