Coats

A knock on the door from an old friend that you thought that you'd never see again You prayed that the sad seasons would end, but they weren't listening So take your coat from the bin under the bed I watched it go away in the pale reflection of my face I count the hours as they're circling the drain. I'm out of time to waste To navigate the empty page, I'll need all the motivation I can fake As far as I'm frankly concerned, there's still no water when the faucet handles turn We traded everything for untread ground We spent the last two years to scared to slow down Open your mouth, nothing comes out Run yourself in circles until the bottom falls out and you hit the ground Still I try to work it out, made more excuses than my fingertips could count With every age, there's no progress made There's just a wall of hesitation I could never work around I bit my nails to the quicks just to show that I had nothing more to give