human shape

Just another day
Running on low sleep
But that's alright
Some thoughts I get to keep

They say it's wrong
Past a certain age
To still lean in
To another human shape

To read between
The cracks in time
Like it's a crime
To draw new lines

Nothing sworn
Nothing said
Just holding ground
Inside my head

We talk in gaps
Between the load
A few shared truths
A narrow road

If one of us
Steps out of line
This fades away
Like borrowed time

I'm not built
For crowds or noise
I choose my people
I choose my voids

And when I do
It's rarely wrong
But rarely does
It last this long

inst...
Ah probably will let you down
right before I gotta drown

Just like the friends
I left behind
Different streets
Same state of mind

Just another one
Who leaves a trace
Not to stay
Just pass through space

And maybe that's
What makes it real
Not the future
But what we feel

And maybe that's
What makes it real
Not the future
But what we feel