Tonight I’m lying in bed
Forcing the sad to come back
Listening to songs I can relate to
And reading poetry that burns
I’m trapped in a cold sweat
And there is nothing that
Could ever stop me from drowning
Because I ******* miss you
And I told you that I don’t
And you think you’re bothering me now
And I think you’re too busy for me
But the truth is:
Working on yourself is never going to work.
You’re not going anywhere
And without me that’s the truth
I’m stuck with your fate in my palms
And hiding in the folds of my brain
While you’re without a care in the world
You have no idea is yours
How are you going to go on
Without your sanity in hand?