I run from things
because they chase me
Clouds on the horizon
diving in and out
brooding like me
tumbling like me
churning like me

the clouds are getting closer now

I think I need help.

She reached out her hand
65 times she's been around the sun
and I don't know if I can trust her

is there wisdom in not going in alone?
Or does that take something from me
that I will never get back

I feel the rain begin to lose its grip on the sky
and I can't hold on any longer
the clouds looked so small on the horizon
but they're getting closer now
and I see they were never so small

I don't want to see her
but my parents think she can help
I can't tell them not to spend their money on me
because part of me hopes I'm wrong
and they're right

I got drunk on December 28th
and totaled my fathers car going 80 into a concrete wall
He loved that car.
I think I need help.