It's the nerves that keep this breeding
and sometimes when I'm sleeping I can hear it breathing in my dreams.
"It's the pills I took, to bring it off, she said"
April is coming more easy and when it rains it pours
but it knows the reality that once we break in certain ways nothing is ever the same.
The stitches are already in place
and another day is over.
But the floor still feels the same and I'm not ready to change.
I'm not afraid to die. But it's the rush that keeps me alive.