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#62

I sit and percolate
Just like the coffee that you drink
And if im not quite to your taste
Then you can pour me down the sink
I try to seem so unimpressed
Underrated overdressed
But i just wait for the crescendo
Like an orchestra at rest

And i'll admit it- yes
Sometimes im easily offended
Like when no one else is looking
I become somewhat suspended
In my fears, in my tears-
In all the nightmares i've befriended
They control my crooked life
Thats right- the one i almost ended

Its gotten so bad
That every time i pass an intersection
I imagine

A car—

too much to drink
i start to think
What might happen
if im thrown across the glass
If i die with no goodbye
Would they miss me?- well of course
But i ask why?
...Why would you cry?

"Will you miss the times we had?"
I ask a friend despite my sleep
And no more worrying
about the secrets
I promised to keep
And i will often sit a while
And just reflect upon your smile
Like how i do when im alive
And all the noises start to pile

Ugh- Revile me
For all these pointless conversations
Desperation joins the party
with a written invitation
Pass the booze- pass the beer
But no, don't bring it over here
Cuz things will drive me up the wall
And that just makes it hard to steer

My head begins to pound
When i remember that you'll leave
It's like im mourning such a loss
Except im not supposed to grieve
And though my heart knows you'll be back
I find it harder to believe
So i'll just keep it in my chest
Before i sew it to my sleeve

Hey

Im sorry
I'll tell you all my sins
And then i'll write them into songs
And make them worth your time again
Or else i'll bring them to my Father
He knows how hard its been
I just wanna make things right
Could i be worth your time again?
-please, could i be worth your time again?

I forget more every day
And yet my failures seem to follow me
Refuse to let me rest
They open up my chest and hollow me
Its never made a difference
No its never really bothered me
They slept a secret slumber
Till the day i made a dollar- see

I try to keep it honest
That's the house that i was raised in
And beautiful enough
like the cathedrals that i praised in
The demons keep an eye
On all the things that i've been saying
Its better just to die
Than face the hell that they'll be raising

Stop

I cant just leave you like this
Your misty eyes open before me
And your heart closed like a fist
Yes you were everything i needed
Just too good to believe
But now you're stuck up in the air
And i've forgotten how to breathe

...I've forgotten how to breathe