Cushion

We've caught up, should we join or play

Through?

Since Day one we've been trying to out do our

Debut.

Left hanging, they offered us no incentive to want to

Pull up,

Yet we gave into the thirst, still a full cup short of a

Full cup.

We built a land for "Tomorrow" to accommodate the

Yesteryear,

Shhhhh, pillows are talking, be careful where you rest

Your ear.

Presented with all the bells and whistles, "Love" often has a good

Ring to it,

Feels almost as good as "Home" that's why we gradually

Cling to it.

Nipping at the heel, the past put our best foot forward as a way

To grow,

This game wasn't regulated to make the rules up along the way as

We go.

"Safe" as the word that prevents us from taking things

Too far,

All we've done is bottle these old emotions into a

New jar.

Truthfully speaking, we think you are asking us to

Lie,

So don't deprive us of this high if you are us asking me to

Fly.

One day we shall speak louder than our skins'

Tone,

Our enemies have begun to over populate the friends

Zone.

Why let these passengers choose which roads we go

Down?

Not everything ends "Merry" on this carousel once you go

Round.