Can't pull it together long enough to apologize and mean it. I just want you here again.
"I'm fine."
Total wreck.
Mind over matter.
Tune you out.
Turn this up.
Washed out with no wehre to go.
I don't want to go to sleep because I won't wake up.
Tell me I'm alright, again.
Tell me you're alright with this.
Who I am hates who I was.
I still look like I did on most nights,
just with more headaches, heartaches, and tears.
And less you.
Nothing to wake up to but blurry eyes and a race to the toilet
to spill my guts.
Then back to the keyboard to do it all over.
You don't love me or you'd care.
And you don't care because you're scared.
I can here the alcohol in her voice and it makes me worry.
And it makes me know that she's human still.
Yeah, I'm really letting myself go.
Your favorite passtime is making me fake-smile.
"Trace my thoughts, please. Color inside the lines and keep me sane."
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