It took me 1 2 3

It wasn't right away
Had I known
I could have saved myself
from getting lost
I would have flipped the switch
in my head

I have a picture perfect nothing
I should have spoken
Before it became too real
I have got to turn away in
3 2 1...nope I am still there
sitting at the crossroads

Come follow me down
the winding wire
directing me where to go
Take a polaroid
for that empty frame
in my mind

It's not so predictable
like that hand
on my watch
it can only go around
my wrist
can't go in reverse

So let's go back to fall
before this cold winter
when everything was frozen
under my jacket and scarf
were my loving veins