I want an intervention of memory
I want to restore my own history
I need some sort of upliftment after sitting on the sidelines
I could sleep with you every night and you still wouldn't give me what I needed to keep my dream alive
I can't feel you or even myself anymore, because I ended up floating away
My daydreams don't guide me home
They barely even get me through the front door
I beg my own pardon for I have made too many mistakes
My stomache feels like it has taken to leaches and it glues me to this place
My gut is the rut of stolen behavior
Throwing up pity parties
And making up saviors
Saving me frm rotting away