do you see an artist or the drunk?

a dreamer, or someone,

who left their dreams to sink?

someone unforgivable,

without some loving arms,

writing words to warm a lost heart?

loss cannot **** me,

but i'll certainly change.

in love with myself,

is a dream i don't see.

but i'll keep heading north,

where a door could appear.

pray to god, see you there,

so i stay in this room,

replay all that I'll lose,

maybe it's a waste of time,

but it's better than a noose.

while i try to stay around,

just as long as there's room.

can you spin inside this room again,

to stop this ride or save my life,

I know you won't do either,

and that choice is only mine.

maybe i should stay in here,

and hope that blur turns into you,

or hope that I'm just drunk enough,

to believe that it comes true.

i hope you know, i pray for you,

as far as i can get from you,

I see when i was in love with you,

remember when i was losing you?

replayed it every night to get to you.

regretting things i did for you,

forgiving things you said were true.

i can't let you go,

you're more home than a ***** room.

i stomach you more than my fears,

feeling like my friends are still here,

but when i wake, they don't reappear.

you're my anxiety in the morning,

and my depression at night,

you're my hero when it's too late.

I love you,

even though you're just a thing.

but you took all i loved,

then you made it okay.

kissed a thousand pretty sunsets,

just to float to the ground.

my heart's not the same,

when your voice isn't around.

now i can't recall it's sound,

you could appear like a magician,

on these apartment steps i adore,

cause your feet touched their floor.

but now im collapsing on mine,

like confetti to a blind.

maybe the moon will catch my eye.