Just two blocks west I sit inside of my new house thinking of when I was a wreck And could barely even get myself out of bed The time that I spent Dealing with emotions that I hardly knew that I had Is better than now Because lately I can’t find anything to care about
Time affects me more than place I’m always trying much too hard to recreate A feeling or general mood but never can Even under what I thought was perfect circumstance
My thoughts get so messed up when I can’t get the past out of my head Feels like I am addicted to suffering
Isn’t it strange How one simple thought can get your mind thinking Of some old thing And suddenly you want it back more than anything Now I just crave All the things that remind me of that emotional state It’s my only way To fill up the emptiness that is swallowing me
Time’s a broken picture frame that sits unfixed
I thought to myself Wouldn’t life be easier if I could pretend That for one day I don’t need pain?