Study Guides For Sobriety
When you walk down the center of that college back road at a little past one in the morning and there's mist in the air from broken rain drops, you can feel it. Your eyes close and you breathe in the fresh fall Tallahassee air. You let the condensation roll across your flesh.
Your fingernails rasped down the wall as sobs scraped up your throat. There are bits of that peeled paint laying all around the bed frame now. Vaccuums, spice racks, and nerves. A deep, harsh cough slammed against the bathroom walls and you spit. You spit. You spit. You're looking up where the stars should be but there's only a black sky looking back.
The ivy is dying behind closed blinds. Your bones are shaking. This town is too small to keep your sanity, and you're just one lonely little kid crying to the moon.
No one cares but the dial tone, and it tastes like monogamy.
I miss you so much.
Your fingernails rasped down the wall as sobs scraped up your throat. There are bits of that peeled paint laying all around the bed frame now. Vaccuums, spice racks, and nerves. A deep, harsh cough slammed against the bathroom walls and you spit. You spit. You spit. You're looking up where the stars should be but there's only a black sky looking back.
The ivy is dying behind closed blinds. Your bones are shaking. This town is too small to keep your sanity, and you're just one lonely little kid crying to the moon.
No one cares but the dial tone, and it tastes like monogamy.
I miss you so much.