Climbing

Hard to say when the voices overlap

Can't deny that you might have caught me nervous

Hands are shaking, eyes are red and thoughts are racing

First with the teeth, first with the money

Then the blood and broken trust or was it all some kind of

Wide eyed, because I've tried and I've failed every time

It's horizontal

Staircase only by design, not destination

Recognize it by the frame and by the shape

But then the depth, it doesn't change

Are you still climbing?