I wake up
I feel my mind cracking
Air seeps through
But I'll ignore it for now
On weekdays the boys breathe in and out of rubber socks
Hoping to get somewhere
they've never been before
Breakfast welcomes memories towering over
Push them aside to swallow some food
And leave out the back door so no one asks you what's on your mind
I sit on the neighbors roof and feel little planets of hail
They sound like white noise
Fuzzing everything together
You don't owe me anything
I'm sorry if I act like you do
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 4:59 PM UTC
I wake up
I feel my mind cracking
Air seeps through
But I'll ignore it for now
On weekdays the boys breathe in and out of rubber socks
Hoping to get somewhere
they've never been before
Breakfast welcomes memories towering over
Push them aside to swallow some food
And leave out the back door so no one asks you what's on your mind
I sit on the neighbors roof and feel little planets of hail
They sound like white noise
Fuzzing everything together
You don't owe me anything
I'm sorry if I act like you do
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