Evening

every day I wake up
to the afternoon telling me
it's just too late to move

I'd wake up to the morning light
but I cannot stand to waste the night
I cannot take the feel of direction

under my shell
I'm soft and frail
over all this stone
is a place that should've been home
but I know it'll never come close
it'll never come close

every day I end up waiting
for the world to stop rotating
because I can't pick up the pieces all alone

(it'll never come close)

every day I try to stay on top
will I finish, will I even start
the lists are getting longer by the minute
(the day is getting shorter by the minute)

all the clutter's piled much too high (from floor to ceiling)
this room is a store of abandoned ties (the air is stifling)
(the air in this room is running dry)
you'd think I could resist the urge to fill it
(who thought I could remain here all alone)

I thought I could remain all alone
(what do I know)
what if I don't
(don't go)
(what if I go)
I came close
but I know

Lyrics and Music by Claire Raby