3 alarms to waken you from your sleep coma each morning
Get ready for the day with extra time to ****, then head to that job against your will

8 hours of employment each day, reminding yourself that paycheck to push you through

5 days a week to be that friendly camper with a big smile on their face, one because you have no choice, and two your thinking about home time


3 hours of sleep and 3 alarm clocks

At least you're getting that paycheck.

I miss the late night calls until we hear the morning birds sing
I miss the late night walks to your house when there's no one else awake
I miss the comfortable silence between us or laughing with you until it hurts

Now I look at my phone and months go by since the last call we shared
Now I walk and pass by your house, both of us awake, but living separate lives
Now the silence between us is tense, only small talk of "how have you been"

I miss you even when I'm with you, because when I'm with you I feel like I don't know you

Held together by the rope that brought us together
On my end it's a loop that wraps around my neck
On your end it's a loose thread that's ready to snap

Let the rope go and the loop around me will tighten, you are my lifeline, without you I am gone
But if you let the rope go you are unburdened from the weight of me that holds you down, without me you are free

Close your eyes and stop breathing
Hold your breath until you burst causing the racing world to stop.
Listen, listen close, put your ear to the ground
Do you hear that? The sounds of the world have silenced.

All you hear is the steady thumping of you heart
All you feel is your arteries pumping blood throughout your body.
Open your eyes and come back, plant yourself into the world you live in
Don't fly away into the unknown abyss that tries to take you from reality.

You need to ground yourself like a freshly sprouted plant that's trying to survive its first downpour.
Ground yourself like a boulder in the rapid currents, ground yourself like a bird in a storm.
If you don't succeed, you will keep falling.
falling and falling until you cant climb back up.

Close your eyes, breathe.
Breathe in the smells of your old house and the dust that filters the air.
This is your life, open your eyes to the reality you are in.

I want to love you like how I'm meant to love you
The truth is I know that love will never be true

I want to love you but it will never be real
The love we both want is not how I feel

The love I have is different from yours
Mine is restricting making me want to explode out of my pores

Maybe if I wasn't born this way then I could love you how I want to
Maybe if I was born the right way I could love you how I'm meant to