One day you will be Exactly where you should That just hasn't happened yet Did you miss it by moments? A stumble prevented you A stammer got in your way A resistance to kismet A defiance you cannot place Am I fading? Have I gone? I am misplaced I don't belong Time turns returns to departures Scrape my palms clean of a blooming moss Ice cracks with the motion of my once still tongue Is there no such thing as a wasted warmth Time turns to a blooming moss Ice cracks with the motion and a wasteless warmth Each peek I allow for myself at the calendar is a little more Painful as the reality of recurring themes I've designed Yet again settles its weight fully in my chest it's crushing I'm helpless to these unfulfilled things, cinnamon sugar sweet Attachment existing (Am I fading?) Despite the parting (Have I gone?) I hold on to (I am misplaced) A sense memory (I don't belong)