Sitting on the floor of your dimly lit kitchen,
is the boy who never gets full,
of chewing up all his emotions,
to later only puke them back out

Sitting backwards in your old bed,
is the boy who never seems to rest,
of giving me dreamy ***,
but his heart is still fast asleep

sitting in the front seat of your car,
is the boy who can't drive,
due to all the different directions
his head is in