#35: Medley

One day can bend your existence and alter the way that you

eat Lay's chips out of the bag--

All the little things change and

nothing is the

same.

So I remember when I’d get straight A’s and you’d tell

me that I was great and

I was going to go far

and you were

proud.

Well now I don’t hear these things so

I slip on my bathrobe--

Hibernate for a few thousand years,

lost in in the sound of your voice.

Suffocated by a sea of regret.

Wishing means nothing if nobody can

hear and these ships have

anchors that bind us to

the shores of our

subconscious.

The bottom of this ship--

It scrapes the sand where our souls

once stood and where

you once were and where we

once laughed.

Nothing is the same when you're gone

and to be honest,

I think I may be somewhere between

sick of holding on and happy

you haven't let go.