Staring at the ceiling and plotting out the course of my misdirection
I'm falling back, just take me back
Measuring the time by the comings
And goings and stirrings in my own bed
This bed is my island and all the room is my sea,
I've been stranded here for weeks and weeks just waiting for some help,
Spending my time drinking poisonous water; hoping someday soon some sense will return to me
Composure
We're all suitors to the dead
But I'll be the warmest amongst the deceased
...Risking safety
My best intentions, whaddaya know? Guess it turns out they were all joke Left for dead, but I didn't die
Just got a view of horizontal life
Left hands scars, formed from what? My childish ways and bottle of rum
Looking back, can't find a reason
For all the things I've done
What's the point of you alive in my head
When it fills me with nothing but loathing and dread
Write the words and throw them away
Burn all the things that I wanted to say
Should step outside and clean my head
And then I thought of something so damn simple it almost sounded profound
Favoring solitude
Locked in this room
No reason for this
No reason at all
Alter my reflection to hide it from view
I won't fall victim to
This endless string of broken promises
I've heard from so many sources of endless disappointment
Everyone's the same
Time has taught me well
I've been so tutored by
Being awake all this...
Time has made me well
I feel augmented by
These lessons learned through so
Who am I
To let you change my mind?
You were never my light
Your absence won't be dark
My hands
They're open
You can't love a heart that's broken
I'm not that fragile
I'll never be shattered