Lost in Line
choking on words
She paints a picture of herself on the wall
In a room where her shadow is her only friend
She lays down on the mattress and stares at the ceiling
Sheâs waiting for someone but no one is coming, now
Here comes the part where you stand and run
Never made so much sense, itâs dumb
Sheâs just choking on the words they feed her now
Itâs 3 am before she turns off the light
And wonders when sheâll stop feeling so desperate and helpless
But she keeps holding all these thoughts in her head
And pretends that she smiles like everythingâs perfect, now
Sheâs just sitting here choking on the words
Incomplete and numb
Never mad so much sense, itâs dumb
Sheâs just choking on their words