Scholarships

Some scholarships to pretend
We're running away
Can you hear our footsteps down
Down the drain
I stopped doing anything I love
And in return I get free runs
Around the playground
The ground is mine

And we sink relationships
Streams borrowing time
And losing breath, we run
Strings bowing aligned
And losing breath, we run

Brothers in arms, we are
Brothers in wine
In vein I call it mine
Listen to me while I try

And we sink
Boarding to a fellowship to pretend
I'm hearing it too, can you?
Our dreams evacuate themselves