Caught in the middle despite all of my plans. Sixty to zero. Stuck in the my own head. Though nothing has changed much, spent an hour just to adjust. Checking my pulse and writing my intro.
Say no to the coast and everything I know. I’m on my own, but the sun don’t seem so golden when you’re gone. I now belong to the ghosts that settle in my bones I’m under oath. Though my hands don’t hold my words like they used to.
I’m not leaving, God knows I’ve tried to walk away but you keep pulling me back up.
They say count all your blessings. I say count them when you’re dead. What matters is now cause nothing is certain. It’s what happens to freedom, you spend more than you’re owed. My pockets are empty, writing my outro.
Pull myself from crowd, throw my doubts out the window.