this page i turn 
this page i burn off 
this scene i frame 
to keep it far away 
stop and breathe a long extension 
the pace might slightly tilt 
turn and face this wrong dimension 
of faces that were once known 
how can you honestly say 
that youre content with me 
for the first time 
set this down 
right before you 
this page i turn 
comes unwound 
this scene i frame 
crashing down 
for the first time 
set this down 
in all its worth 
the words fall faster 
the meaning i saw 
couldnt fall farther 
from the truth 
in this brief moment away 
the process speeds to slow 
without this comfort in me 
the flame burns to low 
how can you honestly say 
that youre content with me