Future Reservation

You tried to walk the line,
But tripped on it every time,
My eyes surveyed and scrutinized.
And you aim to compromise,
While the walls of the room kept us inside,
And destroyed our voices over time.
Ignored the warning signs,
I must have read a thousand times,
Or just an honest oversight.
But it’s getting better now, like it should
Convinced I’ve done all that I could,
And I hope there’s some more room in heaven.
Got a future reservation planned,
So nod your head if you understand.
‘Cuz I hope there’s some more room in heaven.
Like the distance to the stars,
My happiness is much too far,
For you to reach and to disarm.
Now look how close we are,
No need to ever activate alarms,
And wait for a delayed response.