Ceiling Fan

I've been running out of reasons

For me to be scared

To hold you tight

And just not care

I've been looking at the ceiling

It appeals to me now

How it can witness

Almost anything

Without making a sound

And I've been waiting all this time

For you to make up

Make up your mind

But there's nothing more

But there's nothing more

But there's nothing more here

Feels like I've wasted my year

On this sick hope

On this sick dream

On this delusional sense of

Reality

And I hoped

For a second

I could be your ceiling fan

I could give you

What you wanted the most

Without having to stand

And I've been waiting

All this time

For you to make up

For you to make up your mind

But there's nothing more

But there's nothing more

But there's nothing more here