Instance (ellingson)

I often build myself up
I'd like to think it's right
I stick with what's familiar,
and focus on what's slight

but now I'm letting go of 
Things held for far too long
Progress not always easy
In an instance I've gone blind


And it sometimes seems so easy
To fool you all this way
Riding on the wave of
Careful plans I've shown

The breakdown comes so cleanly now
I doubt it more each day
And if I wouldn't have told it
And if I would not have told it
And if I would not have told it


Quickly now, excuses
If holes through you peer
Cover up, slip deeper
Your faces fade away

but from behind a stale mask
An instance I steal
Introspection, really?
How artistic I must feel


Lean toward you and I find
Shields block the way
What I built as comfort then
Will suffocate today.

I breakdown now, not cleanly
A price I'll gladly pay
But if I wouldn't have told it
If I would not have told it
If I would not have told it