It used to be nothing but music
Day in day out melody
Now I begin to hear a news caster droning on
Through the holes in the music
The music of childhood
I dread the day I can no longer drown out the world
The day when instead the world drowns out me.

though i cannot tell you the cause,
i feel as if whatever held me together has ripped open at the seams
and i am now vomiting up my soul.

Another day...
I need to calm down...
Lost again?
Harder to breath..
Wanting to leave again...
Deep breaths...
Please sooth me...
I need the dread to leave.

It's a wonder that those
who are so well fed
and so well read
are so full of dread.

It was a very long day,
and a very late night,
waiting for her call.

I couldn't listen for the phone,
I was listening to my head,
waiting for her call.

I couldn't focus in my mind,
I was invaded by a dread,
waiting for her call.

When she phoned I left unsaid
all the feelings I had fed,
waiting for her call.