Out of hand

What am I waiting for? An opportunity?
A perfect metaphor to describe the things you do to me?

If it was easy then I wouldn’t want to do it
But it’s gonna’ be amazing when we finally make it through
Why do we do the things we do?

You know it’s breakable
But I’m capable of putting it together again
I think you’re terrified of the things inside
So you’d never let it get out of hand

What are you looking at? Am I a specimen?
Another artifact on the keychain of a pessimist?

It’s problematic but you don’t have a solution
Can I suggest that you just keep it to yourself?
I didn’t ask you for your help

And you’re trying not to show it, but you’re losing all control
You better tighten up your grip before the come and take it all
And stormy weather seems to break everything that you create
You watch it wash away and wonder if it’s ever gonna’ change
Oh, the train is coming fast and the moment never lasts
If you want it go and get it, don’t let nothing hold you back
Or slow you down

Please remember what you came here for