when I was walking the long road to get back
what you have taken from me

The traffic lights weren't off by a single blink

For every 12 steps forward, I took two back

I started pacing, then I stopped.

Somehow I thought these nicotine dreams
would cure my real life fears

I was terrified, I was shaking.

I knew I had no control, I lost the manual.
There's no turning back

I was getting hysterical, then I calmed down.

I replayed everything in my head.
The way its supposed to go; the way it never will, and never does.

Nothing I was saying to myself was soothing my pulsating head.

I felt the sweat effervesce,
I felt my body go limber.

You were standing at the end of the street
mirroring what I was doing.

I was staring into the eyes of defeat.