Thursday, September 1, 2016

I'll pass this time

My dog was watching me as I was lying on the floor
waiting for the storm to pass 
Counting respect like straws in my cup

You're coming a bit too close and I'm starting to get sick

Sometimes I speak too much sometimes I wonder if it's worth it
Each of my breaths slows down the emptiness around me

I'll pass this time

You're coming a bit too close and it's pulling my eyes out of my sockets
You're making me play something not worth it

I'll pass this time

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