staring out the window in hopes for a better view the ugly truth behind the jokes have come unglued the rights words elude my mind and cant travel to my lips if I strung them all together would you even give a shit?
Still days left in this van this highways at a dead end replaying events leaves me lost inside my head self medicate to pass the time its all that I can do scratch these words on a piece of paper and start from somewhere new
a phone call shakes me awake and the voice on the other end reminds me of a mistake im so sorry wont do the trick the feeling in my gut makes me so fucking sick
talkin to myself again trying to make sense of this rut my heads in and the morning is so far away when my thoughts leave me wide awake its gotta change