Down Days

I look past all the past and I count my tracks that fence my house and mind

I can't always pull that thread

I get caught up in my head

Why do I keep you so far

Too close to come

I've got an old past self that just hangs out in the nighttime and he whines

"How do you know when she says nothing?"

"Where do I go when you find something?"

Is it fine would you say

That I want to keep you this way

But when will it change