Come pick up from this life
I’ve been left in the dark
I wonder if your life since me
Has been missing some sort of spark.
Come take me out of this fight
That I’m never gonna win
Come pick me up
And don’t ask me how I’ve been.
Have you been spending your whole life waiting?
Like I’ve been spending all of mine?
Thinking that somehow every bad thing would turn out fine?
For most of my sad life I’ve guessed that I’d end up alone
But I am done with under and
overstating.
I am mine.
In the freezing cold, my fingertips turn to purple
I feel so on edge, yet I still feel so dull.
Daylight’s fading, and I take on a new pallor
As we approach an eternally long December.
You propped me up on a pedestal and waited for me to fall.
And I sat there in the cold, waiting, but you never did call.
Dialling your number 555-
And hanging up before it rings once
I wonder what you’re up to these days
I last saw you in a drunken haze
And you were beautiful
And moody
You were who you always were
Now only fragments remain
You’ve become a drunken blur.
You escaped a life that I failed to
But that’s strangely alright by me
I will gladly accept insanity
If you get to be free.
I called your number 555-
And let it ring out eternally,
just want you to know I’m out there
And perpetually free
I see myself growing old
When I wash my face
Or when someone takes a picture of me.
Is it only me?
Or does everyone see what I see?
And now that I’m growing old
I feel your absence more than before
I remember when
We used to spend our hours sprawled on the floor.
And now I think you could be anywhere
And I think that I’m nowhere
And I’m moving fast
But forever stuck on the past
Pressing flowers into a book
To set myself reminders
I’m re-reading pages
Over and over
Just another minor annoyance
Of this ordered disorder.
I grind my teeth so much
It’s become a habit
My dear brain’s scared
From too much Frightened Rabbit.
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