army

 

 

after the initial barrage
i wished i had a space to invade
to collect my forces
mount a resistance
stop what was coming my way

    somewhere
    there's an army of feelings
    waiting
    planning their attack

    i'm scared
    in their movement is believing
    here's a concrete ceiling
    you won't ever
    ever get past

now that a quietness echoes
maybe i'll call a retreat
there's no strategy for silence
i'm breaking up
i might even want a defeat

 

go air force