i identify as the blood stains on your sheets
the holes we ripped in the edge of your bed
i identify with the deadbeats in the streets
and the clouds of smoking dancing over your head.
i fell in the forest with no one around to hear me
so the question begs, did i really fall?
i'm stuck between a rock and a hard place,
i've been everywhere but i'm going nowhere at all.
you reeled me in with your thin feelings and
your brown eyes and your white lies.
you wore against my bones when all along i've known,
you bore your plan inside me this whole time.
you've wasted plenty of mine,
and you made your scars plenty deep,
but have the nerve to ask me why i'm not fine,
you haunt me in my sleep.