sitting here again
same spot every night
watching through the glass
time moves slow
in this corner room
streetlight paints the wall
patterns shift and fade
nothing ever changes
but everything feels different
time moves slow
in this corner room
counting breaths
counting moments
till the morning comes
time moves slow
in this corner room
maybe tomorrow
I'll find somewhere new
but tonight I'm here
where the quiet lives
time moves slow
in this corner room
