I'm losing my mind one
misplaced thought at a time.
The negativity of endless possibilities
surround me like a crowd of zombies
foaming at the mouth with doubt...
as if I ran out.
A misguided soul, fresh outa high school,
too young to know about the real world
and all the people in it
who'd rather see you out than in it.
I must of missed the memo
back when my parents
were still trying to keep things simple.
That was me five years ago, full of hope,
wanting more outa life than a 5 x 5 cubicle.
Time flies when you're contemplating suicide behind fake smiles and white lies -
hollow hellos and forever goodbyes.
Days turn to faces you don't wanna meet,
so you try to run 'n' hide, but can never
get more than a mile before realizing
you're still trapped inside your own mind.
I think of you a lot and all the promises
we made when things got rough;
the **** we said to each other
when we were truly free from thought.
Raw heart beats and ice cream
going together like
peanut butter and jelly...
I used to love you... I used to love me.
It's funny how life can change
due to a simple exchange,
an insignificant display of atoms
rearranging their state
to escape the pain of decay;
not knowing tomorrow
might just be a better day.
I stumble over these letters
like they were I's
connected at the hip
which formed a ladder
and no matter how high I climb them,
all I ever seem to do is blabber.
I can't help feeling like i'm going about this the wrong way.
Am I the molecule out of place
or the simple exchange?