You Can't Escape Them

Call me a coward, it's so fitting.
I flee from open doors. They are
creaking, cracking open, and I
will never escape them all. I
will proceed in fear. For what is
yet to come, I don't know, but
I'll carry on. I'll carry on. I'm farther and farther from all
that I once held. Call me a
coward, it's so fitting. I flee
from open doors. They are
creaking, cracking open, and there
is no way I'll ever escape them
all. I've tried so hard to
conspire against the ever present
threat time has on me. It is threatening what I call home. I
hold tighter and tighter but I
know I've never been that strong.
Call me a coward it's so fitting.
I flee from open doors. They are
creaking, cracking open, and there
is no way I'll ever escape them
all. I said I would sail the
roughest of seas to find some
peace, but I'm backing out again. Cuz I want my oceans in a spoon where they're short and shallow; something that I can swallow