That tent was a bad idea:
I’m thinking about jumping out of this window to see if I’ll float up to the sky and explode.
(I’m not the same, but what can I do?)
Then maybe you would see how I feel.
(I will never lie)
When my up sides are down and my insides are out.
Or when our backs are against the wall by what our future holds
I always think like a kid and turn my head.
My tongue is tied.
My hands are shaking.
I’m only feeling this for the moment, but I’ll catch my breath.
I’m lost, but slowly seeping through your lonely eyes like a tear drop.
(I’ll finally feel at home)
Soak up the sulk-like winter nights and hold on to what makes us feel alright.
I’m seeping through your eyes and run down your face like the tears you cried.
Well now our time is seeping through your eyes.
These times are erasing all of my regrets, but I always say things to make myself think I am doing better.
I just want to run away with you.
There is some weight that’ll set me straight.
My crooked limbs aren’t holding this back.
I’ll give you all I’ve got no matter what. These times are just taking hold of our bodies and shaping them with love.
We walked through cold nights. We coughed up our hearts. Bleeding blood that never runs straight. The cold blood in our hearts.
With rope burns on my palms, I’m laughing at death.
Cold nights that lack warm arms, I’ll never forget.
Bloodstains in sweat smeared across my chest.
Or it could be lipstick, or it could be regret.
When will I know myself? So I cannot fuck up.
I’m always stuck on the thought of driving off of the road.
Because it makes me happy.
But I am nothing.
And I am afraid.