seems like yesterday things still fell into my lap
never needed no battle plan, to plot out my attacks
just a shot in the dark - a stray arrow to the wind
and I was winning then
then time sped up, honey, as time tends to do
a simple circle on the wall to get the runaround on you
now you're shaking and you're angry wondering what to do
when all this leaving didn't leave what it was meant to
so a retreat to the middle, all the thread pulled from my spindle
it spins all around this room and leads to the window
I could slide my way down and out, land safely on the ground
and i'm doing it now
sick of running in place
same look on my face
takes a boy to stay the same
and a man to wanna' change
so I say farewell to the waiting game
now the road got hard, and the people got honest
I am reminded yet again - of the lack of my conscience
these choices I make, in the heat of the moment
they catch up to me
they surround all my winnings, with a mirror of losses
then project in real-time the breaking of promise
and the diamonds I've dealt, have since turned to sawdust
and they spread around
like some blanket of past, on a patchwork of history
the seeds that i've sown are all layered in mystery
and i tend to them sweetly, let them grow into memories
before i cut them down
sick of running in place
sorry look on my face
takes a boy to stay the same
and a man to wanna' change
so I say farewell to my sweet waiting game
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