The Place Where I Got Tired of Thinking
I still think about who I was last summer
As I rest my head against the glass and with each curve I feel my body slump down further and further
Along with my mental frame
With each bump I let my head hit the glass harder and harder until it's intentional
I see the unlocked door handle and the small strip of red smiles back at me
My seat belt is unbuckled
I stare at my distorted reflection
And I read that objects in mirror are closer than they appear but I've never felt Further from myself
And I still think about who I was last summer
And the summer before that and before that and before that
I'm abound with these thoughts and I surround myself with the memories
And the regrets so I feel remorse and endless suspense over the feeling of wishing that i had done better
And wishing that things were different
And by things I mean me
Breathing is getting harder
And I can feel my throat close I've never wanted anything more than to forget and just fall asleep
And maybe this time
I won't wake up for once
Autor(es): Stomachaches