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Lessons for last year
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High School Four hours
Of useless words
I feel like theres an ocean between us
But I'm still in a boat rowing hard
Its pointless,
You are just too damn far.
Are you going to
meet me in the middle?
I'm floating on
a thousand lies.
Why am I
drowning in our hellos?
Why am I
kept afloat by our goodbyes?
You say you feel no regrets.
I think about it, then agree.
If I did,
I wouldn't be talking to you.
And you wouldn't be talking to me.
Its sweet, this blue acceptance.
I'll take whatever comes my way
I'm coughing, I'm choking, I might not know who I am.
But Im not afraid.
I'm drowning, I'm sinning
but I am not ashamed.
Four hours
putting distance between us
yet tightening our chains
every time you get closer,
I feel farther and farther away
Why do I feel alive when I'm leaving?
Why do I feel dead when I choose to stay?
