Recoil

Born on the back burner, you Not quite deprived, not half the truth Like shadows in an empty room Following fleeting footsteps There's no choice in this for you Or you, or you, or you Suspense in bloom Expectation is doomed I can’t breathe in deep enough to spoil The tightness in my chest I have recoiled Why cut the cord when you can chew? And just let the feeling move through you Caught in the conversation too many times Inside my silence My heart's beating loud like you I'm alarmingly amused Suspensе in bloom Expectation is doomed I can’t breathе in deep enough to spoil The tightness in my chest I have recoiled I have recoiled Born on the back burner, you Not quite deprived, not half the truth Like shadows in an empty room Following fleeting footsteps There's no choice in this for you