From the Backseat

It's hard to define from within
The chaos you find yourself in
Sometimes you give up and fall

Through the tangle connecting it all

Won't you realize
Once something ceases to be
It's so gone
You must move one
Take in from me
Strange how the time overrides

A promise you meant to abide
A sensible choice for a change
But it never quite works out that way

Don't you recognize
Once something comes to an and
You hang on
For much too long
Never Again

Watching the collision
From the back seat
Could it be my imposition
Is distracting you

Though only released for a while
An inch is a good as a mile
In the end what a tale you can tell
A chalk mark will trace where it fell

Won't you realize
Once something ceases to be
It's so gone
You must move one
Take from me

Don't you recognize
Once something comes to an end
You hang on
For much too long
Never again

Watching the collision
From the back seat
Could it be my imposition
Is distracting you