I want to scream but I'm under water.
It's harder, the farther you get, the more pressure that hits.
I'll take my time but sometimes wander, to the darkness I encounter.
I gotta keep my composure.
Or maybe I'm just hell bent on everything
That's past tense and everything that's pretend.
Off and on I feel like it's all gone.
I don't want to remember.
Pour it down my liver.
And off and on I sleep through my alarm.
Cause my thoughts are like fire, wake up I'm still tired.
I'll keep hanging on to memories.
That's not letting me get healthy.
Like when we were making nothing, or breaking down across the country.
I've gotta stay underneath these thin grey sheets.
Because sometimes possibilities get the best of me.
I'll write these words down in the
Dirt, so if I drown they'll still be heard.
Small breaths in and out.
Does that even count?
Off and on I see new colors drawn.
Filling in shades of hope.
There's still time for some new growth.
Off and on I sleep through my alarm cause I'm too busy dreaming.
I swear they have meaning.
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