Things are not going as plannedI am losing a battle against myself
the things that I never thought to think
are being brought to the front of my mind
pried apart
and hung out to dry
in the hot california sun,
I bake myself brown.
And I take all that I can in one inhale
before I sip in
just a little more
laying back on my pillow I drift across dreams
And the screams in my head are all in my mind
and the times in my heart are all out of line
and the ring in my ears is the curse of my fears
Nail me down
I fear so little but love
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