Slow

I left places

I didn't even know I was leaving them

I left faces

The longer you stare at them, the prettier

It will take some things

A while to hit you

Until it does, you cling onto

Forgive not

I think things to an end

I don't want to, but I do

I guess we are just slow

Moving creatures scared of new

We leave traces

Of ongoing talks that seem wrong and deep

Saves us

Often to walk away or go along with it

It will take some things

A while to hit me

Until it does, I linger on

And sit here

I think things to an end

I don't want to, but I do

I guess we are just slow

Needing safety, how 'bout you?

I think things to an end

I don't want to, but I do

I guess we are just slow

Moving creatures scared of new

I think things to an end

I don't want to, but I do

I guess we are just slow

Moving creatures scared of new