Bleachers

Cold in the bleachers I pray to see
I love you winning
What are you doing to me?

Time is a silk web tangled in pleas
I choke to move on
What are you doing to me?

Only my vision can set me free
Stuck in my story
What are you doing to me?

And I know I am not so small
And it shows when all the pieces fall around me
It's a shame when I convince myself I'm not real
On the train, I'm running out of ideals