I'm not getting excited
'cause the thrill isn't
mine to invite in
Just the chill when
I learn that it's
finally my turn
I have finally earned
my place in the urn
and I take a fall
but I keep my hands soft
I keep my body limp
and I move with the wind
I'll go where it bends
and let go of
the expectation
I'm not getting excited
'cause the light on
my phone's got me hiding
When it flashes at night
it's the bringer of signs
I can see through
my eyelids
I know that it's time
and I hold it all
but I keep my hands soft
All the answering asking
my thoughts are
a rat king
There's no point
untangling the thought
from the action
I'm awake
What
is it like
the other side
Where all my vital
signs aren't fading
away
Violent dreams
keep me awake
I wear the same face
in the morning
A warning
I'm not getting excited
'cause my fight and
my flight are divided
and so I don't enthuse
keep my grip
on joy loose
and I wait for the news
with my feet
in my shoes
and I lose it all
with one foot out
the door
When I smile I lie
with my eye to the side
so I greet with goodbye
I greet with goodbye
Yeah goodbye
but what
is it like
the other side
Where all my vital
signs aren't fading
away and
Violent dreams keep
me awake
I wear the same face
in the morning
A warning
A warning
