Another close call
Another near fall
Another almost.
So close to losing
So scared of choosing
To bear this ghost.
Another halt right before the wall
Another jerk; a stop or stall?
Once again we've come to this
Once again, it's hit and miss
When will drench turn drought?
When will luck run out?
Tunnels and white lights snatched back
Cold words and white looks retract
Air in lungs
Blood in veins
Will this be
But RAM in brains?
Let this be the last
Let the need disappear
Let this feeling remain
Let the heart persevere
No more awkward silences
As water crashes down
No more worlds apart
While in the same town
No more calls close.
No more almosts.
