No matter how far you run from the truth
you're always one step behind
you can chip away all day at the walls
they remain too high to climb
nothing weighs more than a promise
and you let your grip slip long ago
function faded and the passion dissolved
and your left to struggle alone
I see you're trying to avoid the deal
but it's there when you get back
just how far did you think you would get
before it all collapsed
anything but the pain of committment
and for once to follow through
effort tripped up assistance refused
blind to all now but your twisted view
hit the ground running was once the call
not it's "hit the sauce"
flow through at a steady crawl
I think despair has got too tight of a hold now
if I wanted to I couldn't reach to pull you out.
