Banging my head against the wall
Looking for reasons I’m sure of.
Trying to prove a point,
Breathing,
breathing not,
not anymore.
Walls, I could hear them speak to me,
Witness to my deranged late nights talking to myself.
Their eyes, tired from keeping up.
If I could hear their words I’d hear mine back.
One more glass in the sink
One more thought of being cleaned
Then again who cares?
I’d be swoon once again.
Sweet flicker of lights
Deep liquor of lies
Singing songs of the old
Just missing you.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
Banging my head against the wall
Looking for reasons I’m sure of.
Trying to prove a point,
Breathing,
breathing not,
not anymore.
Walls, I could hear them speak to me,
Witness to my deranged late nights talking to myself.
Their eyes, tired from keeping up.
If I could hear their words I’d hear mine back.
One more glass in the sink
One more thought of being cleaned
Then again who cares?
I’d be swoon once again.
Sweet flicker of lights
Deep liquor of lies
Singing songs of the old
Just missing you.
this is old but man, i can still relate lol.
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