Pursed Lips

A sight to see, ignoring yet another one
I’d like just to see her enjoy some time alone
Instead of on the phone
Trace the dots to find most of all the pieces
They hide in the corners
To make your life a home on the bottom shelf

Holding your breath until no one can see you
Break through the walls that keep circles beneath you
A day to soon and the clock’s running backwards
Tomorrow we’ll see why we all run like cowards