The weights under my eyes
are heavier than they've ever been.
There are pins and needles
and thorns in my fingertips.
There are shards of broken
window panes in my feet.
And I’m driving just to forget
that I have no where to drive to.
And I sing until my chest
caves in and my jaw aches
with every note.
My ethics are in the backseat,
and my uncertainty is riding shotgun.
I've never felt so lost,
but I know exactly how lost I am.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 4:29 PM UTC
The weights under my eyes
are heavier than they've ever been.
There are pins and needles
and thorns in my fingertips.
There are shards of broken
window panes in my feet.
And I’m driving just to forget
that I have no where to drive to.
And I sing until my chest
caves in and my jaw aches
with every note.
My ethics are in the backseat,
and my uncertainty is riding shotgun.
I've never felt so lost,
but I know exactly how lost I am.
