Thank Fucking…
I think I can finally crawl out of this god damn hole I’ve been in for a while now, and it’s relieving.
I’d hold the sun up just to wake beside you.
Imagine what you would see, if you just let yourself like me.
Cause I do.
I was foolish to have thought I could catch you,
Stupid to have ever liked you,
But I do.
Ladd Mitchell
I think I can finally crawl out of this god damn hole I’ve been in for a while now, and it’s relieving.
I never used to feel so sick and tired.
I remember when we used to stay high for hours.
One minute it’s here, and then it’s gone.
Will somebody wake me up?
”Somewhere between caffeine and nicotine,
you will find me unentertained and worn out,
pressed to the steps beside my house.
It’s somewhere between upset and sick it seems,
to still find me the finest quality of pure anxiety.
I’m searching for the solace to call you out, to call you at all…
So somewhere midnight and Carroll Street,
I will find you.
A colder shoulder than I’m used to,
bending receivers just to hear the truth.
I’m demanding some answers,
I’m keeping up with double standards.
I am between the words you’re telling me,
with a fine toothed comb.
I’m drawing lines in hindsight,
until the stories start to line up right.
These details bent and broke us down,
the finest rivalry of our anxiety.
Searching for the courage to hear you out, to hear you at all.
Somewhere between single life and sympathy, you will find me…
”Evan Weiss
Balance & Composure
Gregory Dunn
And I’m afraid to sleep because of what haunts me,
such as living with the uncertainty
that I’ll never find the words to say
which would completely explain
just how I’m breaking down.
Someone come and, someone come and save my life.
Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead,
but now it’s like the night is taking sides…
With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind,
could it be this misery will suffice?
Dallas Green
With every game we play,
With every choice we make,
I’ll be holding my breath that you would stay.
Cause I’m finding it hard these days,
To get out of the bed we’ve made.
And we can’t afford to stay the same.
This time we’re gonna move slowly,
‘cause this love is taking its toll on us.
Nathan Pettijohn (The New Frontiers)
Balance And Composure