Title Fight, Floral Green record release.
Day 205: Re-Done-Modern Baseball
You etched holes in my brain
Deep and like you always too out of reach to see clearly
You sank words into my veins
Deep and like you too excited to get them out fully
Sick of wasting people’s time
Sick of wasting my own time
Sick of depression
Sick of not being able to be there when someone needs me the most.
Sick of hearing the words “I miss you”
Why do I say the things I do?
Why do I do the things you want me to?
Why are you always in the back of my mind.
Why come in and out of my life as. Often as you please?
Why can’t you just me go.
Pull me under
Let me stay at the bottom
With no hope to ever think about the past and leave me hoping for the future
If I decided to go some one should help me out with a place to stay. I’ll give great company promise.