Gouge

Time always slips away
Curls up its edge
And colors fade
Caustic varnish
Weathered doors
Saturday morning
Makes me feel so small

I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change

Can't be a passing thing
There's a feeling that always stays
Warm memories clutched too tight
Family days and massive fights

I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change

Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away