i creep around like this every year
like theres something that id actually do
sometimes i look in your window
sometimes i see you
but usually the lights are off
what would i say if you came out here?
ive got half a bottle in my car
and a full one at home
theres something that i never told you:
i want to wake up
and know youre waiting somewhere for me.
ITS CONVERSATIONS WE NEVER HAVE
i sat there staring
heart pounding
every single voice in my head screamed
and i said nothing.
i wish i would have told you my side
instead of standing there trying to breathe
forcing dead air through my fake smile.
how could i have known
there were just four months to go
until things would never change?
now every days longer
and every years shorter
and im still the same.