I rest my head on my arm,
The watch ticks in my ear,
Those blue skies made
An appearance yesterday,
But all is gray now.

I loathe days like today.
Where the overcast and bitter cold
Remind you of your failed relations
With boys who pretend they never cared

And all of the repressed
Memories of bad days and
Petty fights and being in
Uncomfortable situations flood you.

Back when you were messed up
And didn't have it under control,
Not like you do now.
When you ran every chance that you got.

And I may sound angry or resentful
But this is just part of the reason why
I need to leave this godforsaken place
These godforsaken skies

The air is different somewhere else
And it does not carry with it the past
To gently breeze across your face and
Force you to remember.