i miss the old days
and the way you used to hole me
like i was real
and the love was too
and i used to fit in
it was comfortable
but boring
although it was easier then
the streets are more welcoming
always oper door policy
out here
its so much easier to fall apart
fall back into the arms of nothing
but perhaps the ground
a stranger is always available for sympathy
although i've made the choice to be out of touch
out of luck
i know i'm not the first
in this drought
wasteland of wasted souls
comprimising everything you are to survive
pathetic in a sence
hilarious to an extent
pawns in a checkmated game
however i'm satisfied with the results
or just settled for the best
so leave me be
in my star craving sick sad little world.
