The thought of being here without you is scary.
Thin coats of pain paint a life that feels so airy.
Mornings eyes in the mirror continually tearing
Still fixing my buttons after last night with Tahiry
It appears that we are much of the same
Same aim, same pain, same train, same claims
We don’t attempt to work through our problems
Keep letting the insolvent nonsense solve them
We are both the emotional victims of living
Still recovering from the last time we were giving
Need to take a minute and listen to my intuition
But when those legs are glistening, I’m forgetting
So sickening…
So freaking sickening…
So it’s all written in these poems that I'm scripting
Hoping these words are fixing all this bullshitting
No need to coat the words with lies that I hide
After all the different tries, still haven’t obliged
Funny how time flies when you’re sky high
Guess that’s when I’ll know if I arrived
