dive? parade my broken spine around outside of her old house the bright side of sunlight's apparent but i'm over it tonight, i'll weigh another day against an open window summary of my life as of recently
i keep living like i'm buried in your pocket but to look at you, a shade of blue suddenly distant it's difficult to stomach
while your absence instills a passion i'm still struggling with asking to form the words i've heard internally, or on tv
and in the back of my mind it plays out to be so perfect i've come to find it isn't too consistent within the moment
so i'll collect another mess lending my head to what is left of progress i am useless. it's like saying nothing if you keep it open ended i'm awake and feeling reckless you're the one name on my guest list
dive? is it the right time? will i be blessed in the water, or swept up in the rip tide? intuitively depressed, in dreams of watching you undress i find myself smiling at last only to wake up in my solitary bed
another night, i'll be asleep we haven't spoken in two weeks just chalk it up to my anxiety