Habituation Lyrics

He walks with that peculiar gait of young

Men burdened by conceit and vague regret

The silence simmers on. What wisdom’s won

He’d gladly give for errors to regress

So weightless in the face of gravity

His hollow declarations flaunt the chilled

And viscous air. Such simple brevity

Finds refuge in her bones, the secret spilled

I walk in footprints of another man

While cursing satisfaction he received

From ice that buckled neath his larger feet

Like opaque glass ravaged and cracked by sand

Each step to now ran parallel, but leaves

A cross where our two paths no longer meet