Now that you are walking home alone
You can't shake that you're skin hiding bone
And how easy it would be
To carve it underneath
But you were just fine
Give it three minutes at a time
But you're an over thinker
They're the thoughts that linger
You're an over thinker
And you slide back down that latter
Was it the dropping of the glass
Or the blood on the floor
What you couldn't say
In 2004
Where nothing can be done
Nothing erased
And all we can do
Is pace
Back and forth
Don't stop to think
Or you'll over think