You've left pieces of me all around
shrapnel in a desert was a jungle, was a war
and you've left the ****** reminders of the time I wasted
in the scars
in the pictures on my phone, in the places on my bookmarks bar
in the taste of ice cream
your phone number I can't forget, no matter how drunk I get
in the clothes I wear, the toothpaste, the shower, the hallways
the shoes on my feet, the taste of defeat, the sense of a kiss, everything
the ******* walls
like ****** hand prints only I can see
Its maddening, it deafening,
And its deafening because of the silence in the part of me that you finally managed to ****
just like you said
The blood on the walls doesn't bother me
but for the fact that it reminds me of what your name used to be
but for the fact that I cant scrub the memories like I did the emotions
they've sunk into the plaster, the pathways in my mind
that I don't ever want to find
and I am nothing
I know nothing, I want nothing, I just experience life like a leaf on the wind
I need the roar of storms, the press of the white water current to my ear drums
as I fall under the water
the waves
I am rocked by forces I can't control and I am a ship lost at sea and
the fact comforts me
In this cradle
I am free