(no subject)
they want me to tell the world that life is perfect.
that im happy
that im not lonely and complete without it.
they want me to lie
itll be more than just those few.
they want them all to experience this cage.
why
are we really in need of room checks and painted shut windows.
and as she's passing out from the pills i stare out the window
and i do believe its irony at its most beautiful state when the rain pouring down the windows like rivers only reminds me of one thing only.
and it doesnt make me cry
no
my slightly crazed self sober from all i care about and the withdrawels never stopped and the sights never become dull
and i want to leave
to run with all my bags keeping me slower than usual
i want to run anywhere i want a couch to crash on
i want to nod out from too much instead of too little.
everynight is just one day closer
yet i still dont know how many closer it is.
that im happy
that im not lonely and complete without it.
they want me to lie
itll be more than just those few.
they want them all to experience this cage.
why
are we really in need of room checks and painted shut windows.
and as she's passing out from the pills i stare out the window
and i do believe its irony at its most beautiful state when the rain pouring down the windows like rivers only reminds me of one thing only.
and it doesnt make me cry
no
my slightly crazed self sober from all i care about and the withdrawels never stopped and the sights never become dull
and i want to leave
to run with all my bags keeping me slower than usual
i want to run anywhere i want a couch to crash on
i want to nod out from too much instead of too little.
everynight is just one day closer
yet i still dont know how many closer it is.