(0396) overdrawn

i got a letter in the mail, and in no place did it read your name.
i don't recognize my face anymore so it's clear nothing is the same.

you say you wanna spend a bit more money to help yourself feel a little warm.
well, i've got news for you. the sky isn't blue - so pretty soon, things will be just like before.

i'm getting tired of all the fuzziness. there's no more space in this painting.
it's either black and white, or it's left or right. i don't want a mess. i just want to keep things clean.

so it's 3 months later, and here we are again.
another bomb goes off. we'll just take some medicine.

done. done. done. this is the beginning of the end.

(0395) rolling down windows

looking at clouds and fading through the afternoon.. all those words ring true, but all these empty bottles of shampoo aren't enough to rinse out the vanity of what we thought we used to be.

rolling down windows and breathing in panic for just a moment.. i can't hardly sit still when everything feels perfect.. but how could you expect me to breathe and truly feel free? the same damn thing but yet so new because of a felt, tangible honesty.

through mountains of merry-go-rounds, we drift through the snow until we end up intertwined with a sense of urgency and necessity. just then, the world ends, and i could care less at that moment.

time breaks our futures in half and divides what i wanted into what i knew i'd never have. i become a joke upon waking up, and your face has already dissipated into my distant memory.