Everything seems
Too distorted
Too chaotic
Too much.

So I will forget
How to swim
To drown it
All out.

My spirit yearns to
Leave this godforsaken
City for good

To build a couzy chalet
Hidden somewhere
Amidst the alps

And to watch the
Seasons change while
Playing guitar on the porch
With my dogs at my feet

So why does a quiet life
Keeps getting away from me?

Feels like a curse
An urge to work for
Getting more and more
Of things I can hardly
Enjoy anymore

i had a sweeter soul
when you weren't my chemical
and
i had a softer touch
when you weren't in my head so much
and
i had a cleaner conscience
when you weren't my constants
and
i wasn't who you were thinking of
when you were thinking love
and
now you apologize
sorrowful words
coated thick in
virulent lies