low, lowly

low, lowly

i can't feel your ghost

haunt me, i love you more than water

(more than i can, more than air)


is there nothing more to see and understand?

is there more to do when i don't have a plan?

is there more to say when words are not?

its fine its fine, i light the light, it's not the first time, i'm just getting bored

of sights and fights and wasted time,

oh my, am i just paranoid?


simple poetry carved into hearts

"love thyself"?

but that's impossible

there's no mind of mine that could ever be thought about


i hate myself

make me like you

cause i'm tired of being here

i'm tired of having the same conversation

over and over and over and over and over

and over again, again and again and again

Author's Notes/Comments: 

final version of song

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