Spacing

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Spacing

By Ryan Johnston

The clock is ticking

The ticking is a bomb

I remember thinking, back then

You can't wish on falling stars

In a room with four walls, 

And no windows

She opened up that door, 

And she isn't coming home

You can't exchange

What you knew you shouldn't say

(Even though it didn't fit you)

And there is nothing sparkling

In the precious time you wasted

(Now these mines are empty)

One day, she'll live inside you

Alongside of all your regrets

I am running low on space 

But not short of emptiness

An alphabet inferno

The letters I never made into words

Burning away, in my days

Nighttime, is much much worse

You staked me in a future

Where the past was still hiding out

Ripping and tearing at the cement

But now it's part of the ground

I will try, to lift myself up

From this stained and dirty floor

I will try, to just let it go

I heard the storm found it's calm

And now the wintertime is warm

Maybe I'll find my peace

While I am fighting overseas

The walls of my heart are filled

With six floors and seven keys

And her voice still echoes

Haunting stairways in my dreams

There is one room, 

Where there isn't anything

Locked up from the inside, 

There is no door, and no ceiling

The rain pours in all night and day

But it's far too empty, to ever fill

The weightless words of every song

I thought I knew, but never did

Rise, and become birds again

You fly away, like you were never there

The trouble is remembering

Where It was, I was standing