All dressed up for Prague

why should i tell you how i feel?
why should i count you my sighs?
why shouldn't i shrug off and walk away?
why should i sing to you my fears?

but i cannot not do it.
i cannot do it.

for I Prepare myself for a war

And I don't know what i'm doing this for

Trying to let it all go

But how can I when you still don't know?

I could wait for you

Like that hole in your boot

Waiting to be fixed

I could wait for you

What good would that do

But to leave me pricked?