Someone talk me out of this wine drunk sadness. I’m going to die soon.
A storm with a Five letter name
I’m responsible for this hurricane
A big box of IOU’s rests inside my chest
With my hand holding a letter wishing you my very best
I did not sign my name
I’m responsible but won’t take the blame
A northwest climate on the brink of breaking
Thats behind your eyes while my hands are shaking
A revolving door that has no shame
I’m responsible and will not change
This homebody doesn’t need anybody!
This body would rather be left alone!
This nobody doesn’t deserve anybody!
It becomes clearer as it goes.
Thoughts of moving forward with the fear of falling
Behind that wall that I’ve built so tall
But now I’m at the top
Searching for a pulse in this lifeless city is less a quest, it’s wishful thinking
I’m an EOD Tech and I’m trained to handle C-4 with my bare hands