Already

Day one of many transparent numbers
And already sinking in my shots of worry
I can say that I'm glad
But I faced it, I'm not

Let me speak of frowning honesty
The reason I'm always hit hard
Is because your kisses
Stole away the one I knew

One year, and four months
And we're counting back
To a frozen breath
With a seeking of falling home

I may never know
Just how far they will go
With steps so stretched and fallen short
Oh, discontent and hesitation, what can I say?