hey look puddle of water on my floor
books are wet clothes are wet smells
like mould
then,
waiting outside the door for the trash bags
filled with the left over food
you're so backwards you're so unpredictable
you freak out then you dissappear
can
we be thenthenthenthen good part is once you think you have
once you think you do
think is do
thinks is so much easier
it's
part way isn't it
trees start out seeds start out small
one time I was driving my moms car
thought I was going to
die I was driving at night
I had to pull over the way my heart was beating
and my hands were shaking
almost
drove straight into another car
do you ever sit there and then close your eyes?
do you ever feel like you're spinning?
do
you ever float up into the air?
I'm
sick of being lower
sick of looking around wondering what happened
wishing
you'd
waiting
and wishing
you would make the final move for me
I used to see all this from above
not the
same not the same
not the same but close
what was I think
ing
what am I thinking
I think it was a fluke I really
do
because look at me now
so
fa
sit
do
wn
lit
tle
by
little
by
e
bye
lets
become
liquid don't have to open doors just flow underneath
when I got back
we walked down the street
there were christmas
lights in the trees
I'm sick of always being lower
I want to look down on all this again
hey honey leave me a note
what
happened to your note?
oh I guess all that time that went by and it got snatched away from you
weird how
merry-go-rounds
stuff
and life
spins and drowns
my brain it's like
going through a photo album
I'd like a filtered version
I'd like
some things taken out
I'd like you to realize what I can't seem to figure out
I can't not
remember when the colors
on the walls detached themselves and floated around the room
and we sat there watching then understood why there's outlets
in our heads
that need to be plugged in
opened my mouth and tried to change the subject but months and months went
by and I
couldn't say anything else
not that it occured to me that I should
gave me what you had itwasatrade
gave
you everything cause Ithoughtitwasright
gave me what you had I get it now I don't get it now whyhowwhenwill go back
to
it's place
I used to have ideas that drove me crazy I'd write them down sometimes and then
had to try them out
now
I cover them up as best I can I dunno why I have this other way of dealing with it now
makes me a bit sad but I guess everything
can
change
that house
wasn't all blue and white
that sky
wasn't always summer
time
that wheel didn't always spin
but time keeps passing by and layers keep building up on top of me now I start to
wonder
if I'll get through another if I'll get over
but just the same
but just like them
but just like everything
thats
the way things work I guess
but just a little different
sip and drip I know,
how come it no flow?
