Wearing - Wilsen

Used to think that goodness was bound

By an avenue

Kept in doors off of a long hallway

In small welcoming rooms

But time divides and tastes they fix

It’s how the circle goes

Just like a bag stuck in a tree

I’m helpless-ly clinging on

You’re wearing me out

I don’t know what I’m doing here

Friends are near and farther still

Under razor palms

You’re dragging me around again saying

‘Don't ever look down'

You’re wearing me out

You’re wearing me out

I don’t know what I’m doing here

One away from being new

I fear that everyone goes around it

I hate that I’m not enough for you

You’re wearing me out