Tuesday, May 26, 2009

To Move

This town
This life
There's something out there
But I can't deny
I'm too afraid to make the move
This couch
This room
Is becoming a prison
And I daydream the view
But I'm too afraid to make the move
The floorboards are laid out; the ground is firm
But I can't get my feet across the floor
Maybe I'm waiting for someone to take me
By the hand and lead me out the door
This space
Between us
Is breaking my heart, babe
And it kills me because
I'm too afraid to make the move
Something's happening
I know that it's happening
I wish it would happen to me
I peer through the window
I stare out the door
But I'm still too stubborn to leave
Maybe if my brain
Would concentrate
I could move my muscles
I could change my fate
But as it stands
I'm too scared to move
Something's happening
I know that it's happening
I wish it would happen to me
I peer through the window
I stare out the door
But I'm still too stubborn to leave
This world
As small as it is
I'd still love to see it
But the sad fact is
I'm too afraid to make the move

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