I’m not better off, but I’m not waiting for a call. I know better than to think you’re looking at the same stars as me. The light from this city scares the moon away, and I’d like to think I don’t want to stay. My mind grows tired from shouting all these obscenities, but my voice is fine cause they never have the nerve to reach my tongue, I’m not to blame for time not well spent, but I’ll listen to you crush me if it means I get to hear you speak. I’d like to go to bed early for once; no it’s fine you didn’t really have anything to say. I’m not sorry for not listening I was sleeping, I was dreaming Talk to me when I have more time, like next semester or next year or when I’m not too far gone, lost in my own mind that’s cluttered with thoughts of not being here, on the other end of the couch trying to tune you out. was I too loud? I can’t believe that I’ve put up with this for this long. You’re not medicine your sugar pills and you don’t know how to make me feel alright. Trying to convince with myself to survive a few more months but I don’t know how tired of you I’m willing to be. And as I part ways with you I hope you understand this wasn’t up to me. Was I too loud? I’ll be inside my head all day/ I’ll make believe that it’s May/ no one kept we warm all day/ don’t let this winter take me away/ (was I too loud)
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