I know I'm bitter when my bones freeze over
while my mind is not with me
my body is in bed
I don't see pastel walls but other things
tracks in the snow
sand on my clothes
faces I can't put a name to
hands once on mine
felt nothing closer than missing
when I felt what they call okay
cascades speaking of me
midnight green on the cellphone
checking up on me
the things I feel like saying, I just can't for anyone's sake
every smile of mine adds a few years back to your life
but I have taken so many to begin with
midnight green you think you can heal me
I wish you could, some times I pray that if someone could fix me
It would be you
