halfway

if i slip in, sleep in the arms of yours

would you rush at the corner of your room

and say, it’s okay i’ll just watch you sleep

you see that wouldn’t be me or for me. 

we close the tab from the rooftop bar

clink quiet the glass as we watch bonfires

i know you’re trying too, 

i’ve been halfway more than all of you.

what is this feeling? what are you feeling?

are you halfway there in meeting me. 

stop all of the sealing and endless believing that i’m waiting still 

due enough to meet me on the the roots of different seedling. 

lovers to fuckers, fucking it all up

not wanting to see the end of the road

yet you’re not at pace to face me with hope

that you’re a real feeling other than feeding in clones of my dad

how ‘bout that, i took the shot through my gut.

you got bad, mad, sad.

repeating all my tones, are you halfway there?

in meeting me or halfway near on losing me

the paths aren’t terrible you’ve come so predictable,

you don’t want it, hate that you don’t want it

you were all that i wanted but it seems the seams were sewn to be apart soon.

be halfway there, i can see the end of the road

if i wanted to leave then i could just go,

but you’re halfway there or had i been just walking to meet you there.