16.4.12

Without you

My thoughts are scattered about like an MC making it rain
My mind is lost; I guess that's why they call it scatterbrain
too little too late, too much  for such a loss
I thought I had me figured out then I met you
You talked a lot about the future and where you wanted to go
I nodded my head so politely trying to not make this scene a whole show

I have a cardboard box at my feet and it keeps me up at night
It was filled up in no time and is nowhere near light
It's full of what we were and it reminds me of you
Too bad what we were makes me insane and I just can't

Fight it anymore I've lost everything but my music
And I guess I'll digress but not until you digest
that I've been searching in my mind and heart to find out how I'm supposed to live.

without you.

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