Sometimes I Still Feel The Bruise.
The First Butterflies
Sealed Lips
Somewhere Still In There
And It Rained...
I'm Never in My Waking Life
Insomnia.
i sit and watch the screen for a message;
some kind of sign that says we're okay.
but the screen stays blank, until i turn the thing off
and wait for my conscious to break.
i'm a head case if i don't keep moving
and my head hurts if i don't sit still.
it's an itch that i'll never stop scratching.
it's a hole that i'll never quite fill.
Uninspired.
I don't care if you move. I don't care if it's far. All that I ask is that I know where you are.
Creature of Habit
Cliché
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