I don’t know you well 

Time is running out 

On this dot between skies and hell

Anything else worth finding out?

 

I hear you sometimes write and spell

And shove it to the cloud

Is it to show or tell

Or to hear your voice out loud?

 

How can you keep so many secrets

When we share the same hideout

What about scares and regrets

Beneath the arrogant shouts?

 

I don’t mean to pry or point out

The weaknesses, failures or fallouts 

I just can’t help myself

Wondering how deep is the well

 

We shall sit down tonight

We put it off too long

The hair is getting too white

Soon there will be no sound 

 

I don’t know you well 

Time is running out