I still think about you often,
sometimes the idea of you
I never had a chance to love your words or your touch
But I love the idea of you
Part of me knows this life means nothing to time
Part of me wants to live every moment
But I can't decide
It's not because of you I promise
Just the demons and angels inside me
Sometimes I look over the edge of the barn
35 feet
To freedom
So I drink, every day
And I smoke until my brain is a fog
And sometimes the pain
Goes away
Sometimes the fear
Is kept at bay
Sometimes I sleep
14 hours
But I never dream
Someday I hope I know why
And I found a new game
To keep my mind distracted from my mind
I think you would like her
I do
But not as much
As you
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
I still think about you often,
sometimes the idea of you
I never had a chance to love your words or your touch
But I love the idea of you
Part of me knows this life means nothing to time
Part of me wants to live every moment
But I can't decide
It's not because of you I promise
Just the demons and angels inside me
Sometimes I look over the edge of the barn
35 feet
To freedom
So I drink, every day
And I smoke until my brain is a fog
And sometimes the pain
Goes away
Sometimes the fear
Is kept at bay
Sometimes I sleep
14 hours
But I never dream
Someday I hope I know why
And I found a new game
To keep my mind distracted from my mind
I think you would like her
I do
But not as much
As you
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