the coffee in my hand
has got me wired but
i'm running on
nostalgia and
a lack of motivation
it's been snowing for
the past five days
and the shower
is never hot enough
to shake the cold
from my tired veins
my hands are shivering
through the sleeves
of an old sweatshirt
and i'm looking into
the sky with the same
longing in my eyes
you get when you
have to say goodbye
i don't know what it is
i'm missing anymore,
i just always have this
pit in my stomach
like i'm forgetting something
and i need to get away from here