You blew out the candles and wished for a pistol
Or anything to take you away
Caught in a facade at the start of a decade
You had always planned to escape

You're torn between false hope and the promise you made long ago
The one you vowed to never break
Well I can't see the difference in a cage or the picket fence
You built around your place

The barrel or the crystal ball? A clean escape or a slow fall?
When will you make up your mind?
The easy way or the hard route? are you certain or having doubts?
You just keep searching for a sign

You see the clock hands spinning from the kitchen where you're sitting
Reminding you of the passing time
The choice of an early tomb over this continued life of perpetual gloom
A hollow frame to a chalk outline

11/10/2012

Posted on 11/11/2012
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