That old familiar pull.
I feel like an old man who’s lost his wife.
He’s still here. Trying to take it one day at a time
But she calls to him
The siren song of an old friend
Wading in the waters of time
But mine isn’t a lost lover
Mine is that dark and eerie feeling of impending doom
That old familiar pull that tugs me away from the present
We live my life together
Watching from just above my body
That horrible horrible feeling is the only thing that’s ever really stayed
Always stepping on my toes when we slow dance in my head
Our silence is harmonious
Forever filling in my empty spots
I drift away in its cold arms
That old familiar pull
It’s the soft pillow I scream into
The burning in my throat
The ringing in my ears
The sweet reminder that I can be somebody else, by not being anyone at all.
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 11:26 PM UTC
That old familiar pull.
I feel like an old man who’s lost his wife.
He’s still here. Trying to take it one day at a time
But she calls to him
The siren song of an old friend
Wading in the waters of time
But mine isn’t a lost lover
Mine is that dark and eerie feeling of impending doom
That old familiar pull that tugs me away from the present
We live my life together
Watching from just above my body
That horrible horrible feeling is the only thing that’s ever really stayed
Always stepping on my toes when we slow dance in my head
Our silence is harmonious
Forever filling in my empty spots
I drift away in its cold arms
That old familiar pull
It’s the soft pillow I scream into
The burning in my throat
The ringing in my ears
The sweet reminder that I can be somebody else, by not being anyone at all.
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