Fold

Everyone’s afraid ‘til they’re high on the weekend

Everyone’s a slave to the fire of the sun

I’ve been looking back hoping to go forward

I’ve been clinging on to the said-and-done.

And patience is a mire I get caught in the feelings

My virtues are alright but I don’t really need them

I’ve been looking back hoping to go forward

Filling all the gaps with a gentle sway.

The signals are alight for a hunger to need them

The treasures are all mine if I know how to feed them

I’ve been hanging out with the walls and the ceiling

I’ve been holding up here on my own.

Silence when my fingers stall

Violence when my patience falls

And I’m feeling all my feelings if that’s the way you’re dealing then I fold.

Everyone’s afraid ‘til they’re high on the weekend

Everyone’s a slave to the fire of the sun

I’ve been looking back hoping to go forward

I’ve been clinging on to the said and done

And magic is a lie that they tell on the TV

But curses are alive in my head and my bones

Taking cover hoping they don’t see me

Taking cover hoping they don’t know.

Prison is alright if you never leave it

Prison is alright if that’s all you know

I’ve been hanging out with the walls and the ceiling

I’ve been holding up here on my own.