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 that 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