vague

staying

escape the bees and
inhale the honey
so it's easier to
know excuses by heart

now i better hurry,
time is running
i can't finish
anything i started
and i can't take
anything light-hearted

lights, camera, action,
smile, smile so bright
that the corners of my
mouth start to hurt

sunshine polaroids
but it's my personal hell
who notices towards
which direction
my flowers turn?
who sees that i ran
out of lies to tell?

but then again,
people could care less
if walk around empty
there's a old times
movie star inside of me
and that seems to be
poison to my family

i'm being dramatic
and i can't take a joke
they were just being funny
and i am too sensitive

the people close to me are
getting tired and bored
of the life that i live and
quite honestly, i am, too

i'm a walking identity crises
i'm sorry that i'm just so
busy wasting your time

long sleeves like a second skin
it's a down-going elevator
of never, ever fitting in

i'm tearing strings that
are made to save lifes
maybe even mine

used to do things for fun
but now getting up
is becoming a chore

maybe one day, i won't
think about it anymore

but right now, i'm still
stuck holding on to it
maybe one day, i'll
be able to let it all go

one day, but right now
i'm too stupid to find out
how that is supposed to go

guess i'm still too scared
to leave and not come back
because something still
pulls me towards staying
so that's what i'm doing