i bruise easy, so remember that,
next time you decide to do anything.
you crawl through my veins by day,
and choose the night to appear before me.
the next thing i know,
im waking up tired
because you talked my ear off
for three hours
while i was trying to sleep.
where were you last night?
because i was there,
waiting, breathing....
and now i've got this terrible itch,
like you arent coming back.
and i slipped back into it,
this incessant race,
to escape a past life
i left behind....
or so i thought.
well im going to bed now,
maybe i'll see you 'round.