Used to Be

Always
Searching for a
Place to hide away.
Counting
My conclusions,
And my “You should”s
And I don’t know what to say.
I’m running out of ways to see this place
The way it used to be.
Restless,
Heavy featured,
Constant detours,
Stuck on the second page.
Lie still
In the deep end,
Count your sheep and
Wake on a brighter day.
I’m running out of ways to see this place
The way it used to be.
But I’m running out of ways to see this place
The way it used to be.