little rain clouds take up mind
while your words take up my sleeve
your feet weren't made for this kind of wet
so you go in the house to sleep.

but you don't live
you only breath in the air I steal
to give
whatever life that I believe is real
you said that lying isn't right,
except for you

the wind twists the leaves just like your character
and I'm starting to wonder why you care
You think you're entitled to stick around
as if you thrive from my despair

cause you don't live
you only breath in the air I steal
to give
whatever life that I believe is real
you said that caring isn't right,
except for me.

Fall gets us now
Green life and time spiral in color
the hem of my sleeve makes you smaller
until I lose
all of you.

concrete and brick of a new small town
seem as innocent as me
I'll shovel my driveway so it's free from snow
in a town somewhere up east.

and now you live
far from the air that I used to steal
to give
me blurry memories of unreal
everyone learns without the lies
except for you.

Too Much to Ask You, the one who's supposed to make things better.

I'm sitting in my car, swimming in my sweat.
This kind of lull is deep and oh it hurts.
It's not so much the unknown, but more his voice.
It strains out to no avail until I can hardly take it.
While hiding in my ipod only brings me more guilt.
But I didn't ever do anything.
And they never did what they promised to do, eighteen years ago.
Guess what?
People can't pull though, so neither can I.
Don't expect me to reach out and help you, I'm far to young for this burden.
Just please get me out of this vicious circle called unhappiness.

I need some inspiration,
so maybe if I keep typing it will come.

nope, maybe tomorrow?
hopefully, because I need some proof that this is what I want.