Back.
"Holy shit did that just happen?"
Thats all I could say about the last couple of months on my way out.
I really did that to myself?
I really did that to the ones I love?
Wow I'm an asshole.
Like the morning after a blackout all I could say was: "Wow. Really?"
My whole life fits in a trunk and I found myself on a windy road with no
destination in mind with all of my belongings in tow.
Pushed out the door asked never to return.
Boxes of my belongings turn into eager children being loaded like cargo into
my compact vehicle.
The excitement is tangible as the children cheer to finally be out of that
hell hole.
They say love makes you do crazy things and love never had anything to do with it.
It was the numbers that made me do it. Presidents and founding fathers
breifly graced my wallet only to leave so quickly tucking themselves in
the bartenders tip jar like tipping-kharma will save me. It wont.
Not this time. The money comes in it goes out and I find myself in the same
disposition of holding money that isn't mine and I cant spend.
Now I find myself alone and I pull out my temporary guests as a way to
stave off the loneliness.
It works only for the moment.
Till I wake up broke tomorrow and do it all over again.
A heavy head held up by itchy palms.
Unable to remember the thrills I purchased last night
The emotions that I keep waiting greet me in the sober moments of the morning.
Unable to cope I head out the door in search of the guests I lost last night.
Thats all I could say about the last couple of months on my way out.
I really did that to myself?
I really did that to the ones I love?
Wow I'm an asshole.
Like the morning after a blackout all I could say was: "Wow. Really?"
My whole life fits in a trunk and I found myself on a windy road with no
destination in mind with all of my belongings in tow.
Pushed out the door asked never to return.
Boxes of my belongings turn into eager children being loaded like cargo into
my compact vehicle.
The excitement is tangible as the children cheer to finally be out of that
hell hole.
They say love makes you do crazy things and love never had anything to do with it.
It was the numbers that made me do it. Presidents and founding fathers
breifly graced my wallet only to leave so quickly tucking themselves in
the bartenders tip jar like tipping-kharma will save me. It wont.
Not this time. The money comes in it goes out and I find myself in the same
disposition of holding money that isn't mine and I cant spend.
Now I find myself alone and I pull out my temporary guests as a way to
stave off the loneliness.
It works only for the moment.
Till I wake up broke tomorrow and do it all over again.
A heavy head held up by itchy palms.
Unable to remember the thrills I purchased last night
The emotions that I keep waiting greet me in the sober moments of the morning.
Unable to cope I head out the door in search of the guests I lost last night.