Asleep by This Routine Is Hell
Thoughts and inspiration are bursting through the seams.
Lack of motivation to follow up my dreams.
I sit alone, unsettled by the path that lies ahead.
Everybody’s running, but I’d rather stay in bed.
I’m a waste of time, of your patience, of your care.
I’m a waste of good intentions, of your innocence, of love.
I’m a waste of your body, of your lips, of warmth.
I was a waste of your spirit, of your virginity, of love.
Mineral | February
and the snow falls down melts before it even hits the ground and i’m standing here listening to the sound of your hand washing back and forth across my filthy heart and i don’t know if i should say “i’m sorry” or “thank you” i try to speak but the tears choke the words and i think i finally know what they mean when they talk about joy