Intertwined to this place yet definitions kept around.
The year's spent with subtle difference seem far from the convenience of home.
Never twice will this comfort stay.
Your patience has no purpose here.
You've lost it.

We're sending out an SOS call.
The sun went out and we need assistance.
We've spent too many days in the shade.
This was our life. This was our time.

Oh so repetitive. In motion this life seems so less meaning full
(Kept safe from the person you want to be).
There's a difference between a life well spent and a life that is just meaningless.

It's only you wasting every second you could spend
Catching up to your life still beneath me.
And now your tongue is worn pushing excuses past your teeth.