My vision is cloudy
While my veins are filling with alcohol

My body becomes numb
With each cigarettes he hands me

My headaches grow louder and louder
From the memories of forever

You burned down my walls
I'll burn down your house

I ******* hate you
And I think you love it

We have to go
Where we can smile
And laugh
Push each other around
Without looking over our shoulders
Getting approval from the others

We have to go
Get away from here
Because our time is precious
And too many people waste it
When they are trying to find
Things to fill it with

We have to go
Somewhere where time flows
And we can sit and not have
To remember anything
Where all that's important
Is the sun
And the trees
The grass
And each other

We have to go
Because somedays
We just have to find someplace
Where we can just live

If you think
I give a ****
Then you'll be
Sorely disappointed
When I come out
On top
And you're still
Gravelling on the ground

What is living
If our eyes don't gleam with excitement
If laughter isn't constantly escaping
If we never make mistakes
If we don't tan in the summer
Or have to wash dirt off of our feet
From those long walks in the woods

What is living*
If we are constantly worried about our sizes
If money is always being counted
If we always are hiding behind technology
If the only thing we fill our bodies with
is alcohol
Or drugs because depression is the only color we see


When did living become something that we have to be told how to do?