my heart burns.
some people spend their whole life looking.
so I guess I am lucky because I was found.
in this tinsel town, we talk to god.
in this body, I kill myself.
in this time, I can't see yesterland.
in this cough, I can't catch my dreams.
where do you see yourself in ten sleeps?
I can't wrap my head around a knock on the door.
missing youth like a little kid.
I can hardly feel fifteen things before.
it's a hard time for the universe.
while your back is bleeding.
I will stab you in the front.
and hardly drown.
you said.
when you met me.
you were bored.
I was entirely the year 2009.
even though I don't live in you.
I still retire to commercials.
and the refuse of my body.
driven to leave forward.