can we talk about broken resolve
as smoke alarms scream heavy
every moment is as unreal as the last
and each has left me
with zero motivation
with a heavy head
and a lead-filled throat
I am nothing more
than acid in my stomach
dried leaves in smoking glass
oh, the pretty lights
they break me down
so you can know the feel of my naked skin
as tea bubbles confuse the tongue
I'm gently lost in purple ink
the pages of my journal,
encore!
oh, talking mice and knob-less doors
you were always my best friends
the dish and the spoon, you and I
and indeed, everyone we know.