December 2009
I’m falling again. Down the rabbit hole again. The hand pockets I used on the muddy climb up have all been washed away. I’ll be stuck here. As I was before. As I always will be. In this god forsaken church for the damned.
Spending all my nights growing old in my bed, Tearing up the photos cause I wanna forget. Waking up feeling like forty-nine, After spending all my time partying like I’m twenty-five.
I remember all the times we felt alive But now that I’ve come home, I try to erase what you wrote down in my mind. Years go by, still they won’t let it die.
Don’t let me come back Even though...
You are broken.
get social, no worries, seeing the stars closer now, and be calm crying soft. coming down over the freeway, having sweet lights flood street lights, with fading heights and missing flights. stop crying your heart out.