I keep drawing air but nothing sticks
You being taken left a puncture wound that can only be fixed by your presence
I take in oxygen in spite of its futility
Reaching true stability an unlikely solution with every once clear path but a smudge underneath anxiety laden lenses
I wheeze as I walk this graveyard of a town
Cars all different shades and shapes
Passing by me
I want to ask them what the point is of having lungs when you have nothing to breathe for
And I light a cigarette in light of heavy irony
*At this point I'm just feeding the only beast I want to ****
***I can't find you
I can't get to you
I'm scared I'll lose you forever to these f#cking monsters***
But I can't stop
Even when I lose sight of where I'm going
Because these cars have to stop eventually
Logic dictates they will find a parking spot
Pull off and find a place to rest
And at that moment I'll ask
In a tired, raspy, wheezing voice I'll ask
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
I keep drawing air but nothing sticks
You being taken left a puncture wound that can only be fixed by your presence
I take in oxygen in spite of its futility
Reaching true stability an unlikely solution with every once clear path but a smudge underneath anxiety laden lenses
I wheeze as I walk this graveyard of a town
Cars all different shades and shapes
Passing by me
I want to ask them what the point is of having lungs when you have nothing to breathe for
And I light a cigarette in light of heavy irony
*At this point I'm just feeding the only beast I want to ****
***I can't find you
I can't get to you
I'm scared I'll lose you forever to these f#cking monsters***
But I can't stop
Even when I lose sight of where I'm going
Because these cars have to stop eventually
Logic dictates they will find a parking spot
Pull off and find a place to rest
And at that moment I'll ask
In a tired, raspy, wheezing voice I'll ask
