Personal Tragedy has also been
My greatest form of entertainment.

When I was younger
I used to take apart
My retractable pens,
Just so I could put them back together.

I am no different with myself.
But I might have lost the spring.

Major tortoise and the hare syndrom right now.
Cold shakes.
I'm sleeping on the opposite end of the bed
With the fan on high.

I don't know where I am.

I don't know anymore,
Even the biggest waves crash.

You're acidic
And you know it
And you're pretty cocky about it.
But really,
You're on the level of orange juice.

But I guess that can be dangerous.
I guess it causes more damage.
I mean,
How many times a day
Will I come into contact
With hydrochloric acid?

I feel trapped and,
It's not yearning anymore.
Because a little bit of yearning is at least healthy.
It's just the hours,
That we have to face.
Before and after.
The ones that require effort.

And the songs that just break your heart.
My god who knew that he first three chords,
Could bring you back two years.
And completely rip out your insides.
I'm trying to force myself not to press play.

But oh my god,
To feel something passionate once again,
Even if it's sadness.
I feel free for a second.
But then I have the hours after to face,
Trapped.

******* it.
I took you like an antidepressant.
And that wasn't fair,
And it didn't even work.
It wasn't good for anyone involved.
It's tricky trying to find the right balance.

I need to help myself,
And you'd be better off curing someone else.

I don't think I'll be filling my prescription this time.

I want a fight with closure.
I hate how I bring up something important
And you some how guide me into
Falling asleep and shaking it off.

I want to scream and cry and yell at each other.
I want to get all of it out before we have
This new little life to mess up together.
Because we've been together for four years.
And that's way to long to keep this ***** laundry.

I want to let it go.
But a bike rusts when you leave it out for too long.
We need a new coat of paint.