Seed

Subjects are thrown around the room

Looking for the ones that got away

A feeling of soft anticipation

Another confrontation I won't make

But how do we do it

We turned into something else entirely

We fake it

But I wanted it so desperately to be real

Run, run, holding on to some pieces that you left behind

Hold now, as I walk away, you're the one that finds me out

Run from the only thing left that I hold close