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[hit_reset]

lately it seems everybody
is saying the same damn things
so stuck on the past
that today never lasts.
we live in silent sorrow
yet im afraid ill die tommorow

it makes me wonder
what were so sorry for
do we deserve this pain
could this possibly hurt more?
and while we complain.
today is wasting away
another lost chance
that we don't have many more

I can't seem to escape the heat
but I got death cab on repeat
surrounded by empty cans
and full speed fans...
should be good enough for me...
but this room isn't cooperating.
none of the songs I am playing seem real...
nothing is right and
i got six hours to kill tonight
before I can scream out what my doubt makes me feel
six hours before I can tremble into the mike
and say how much I
missed you today.

last night, wrapped uncomfortably
in decorative guest room sheets,
I felt your hands on the back of my shaved head
I pulled your hair back and bit your neck.
but waking alone to still open cell phone
is becoming a morning ritual
its hard to call it home
if I am sitting there alone
its hard to know how to feel.

rambling, scribbling
from one point to the next
stumbling like a drunk
with bile on his breath
hair in my eye,
from day time to night
whats the point of looking
if not into your eyes?