Sep 23, 2007 22:17
smeared black ink. your palms are sweaty and i'm barely listening to last demands. i'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath.
where i am.
where i am.
i am a visitor here. i am not permanent.
only thing keeping me dry is...
it seems so out of context in the gawdy apartment complex. a stranger with a door key.
i am finally seeing i was the one worth leaving. well i was the one worth leaving.
the district sleeps alone tonight.
good song.
well here i am. where the fuck am i?
what does a break mean when you are married? he will come back tomorrow probably. too soon too soon. but this is his house, too. it isn't fair. Is it so bad that i like being alone? I don't want anyone. I don't want to talk....to anyone. just leave me alone.
please back away and let me go. i can't my darling i love you so.
don't you feed me lies about some idealistic future.
well here we are. where the fuck are we?
i am losing my mind i think.....................