breakdown;

this countdown
to the day of departure has slowly been eating away
it’s a meltdown
it’s a personal torture I never saw coming my way
i try to breathe deep
i try to find sleep
i try holding on to the same old song
just because of a brand new verse

and I found what I always wanted
as she walked away
and I ran aground with this wound untreated
let it wash away

so keep slipping
i continue to try in vain just to pinpoint an answer
i keep tripping
on the same damn wire and no one came tumbling after
crawl back in reverse
wash off this new verse
then keep holding on to the same tired song
’cause from here it will only get worse

and I found what I always wanted
as she walked away
and I ran aground with this wound untreated
let it wash away

stitch me up
and bleed me out
it’s over

Send me a postcard

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s