Owed To 7

I woke like any other day

Night had been so kind

It's embrace had been warm

And I forgot for a while

It's been said we need what's familiar

The dam of endearment for what's gone began to break

And I begin to question what I'd done

And lost along the way

Fragile are some when the seam comes undone

And consolation comes from what's familiar

Solace so loud that you can't turn it down

And the consolation comes from what's familiar

Now perceptions so distorted

Alabaster turns to brown

And the walls smile and whisper

And tell you not to doubt

Something resonates inside you

And confusion won't subside

Smell of yesterday so strong

I could forget tomorrow's mine

Weary of convictions

Of all it could have been

I'm a fool trapped beneath myself

With a means to an end

But sometimes I am able