Chewing On Glass…

Another day on fire
Another day on record
Wasn’t planning on dying
But I’m sure no one ever is
The history of man
Is told in tragedy
Words we made up
To define what we are
Isn’t it strange
That we don’t understand
Another day on fire
Another recorded day on record
Isn’t it strange
That we’re the same but not
Wasn’t planning on living
But I know no one ever is
The history of man
Is told through misery
Words we’ve lived and can’t define
Not adding up and yet we’re fine
Isn’t it strange
That none of this sounds wrong
Another day on fire
Succumbing to the flames
Another day on record
No further than we were before

Patched together disbelief… Yeah, we get it… You’re lonely…

The noise inside my head
Is only getting louder
The feeling inside my chest
Is only getting heavier
Not sure if this is death
I’m such a mess inside myself
Not sure if this is what I wanted
Or only what it feels like to live
The noise in my head
Makes it harder to see
The feeling inside my chest
Makes it harder to believe
This couldn’t be my death
I’m such a mess inside myself
Only know it has to be

Tonally… this was the best I could do…

There’s this feeling in me
I can’t seem to kill
Lingering moments or two
It always feels like it is killing me
Lingering moments or three
This cancer I carry with me
I can’t seem to get over
Lingering moments or two
It always feels like it’s with me
Lingering moments or three
There are these times in me
I can’t seem to move through
Lingering moments or two
It always feels like I’m stuck
On a lingering moment or three

I’m sure I had more to say about a subject I can’t remember… I’m sure it could have meant something too… More because I wanted it to than the fact that it did… There was a period where I wanted nothing more than to not exist… A large part of my life if we are being honest… and I often try too hard to be…

But even now as I try to recall… even now as I try to think of anything… I can’t… and to some maybe that’s a problem… or maybe it is because that is the way that it has to be… We just weren’t designed to remember every last god damn thing… Or maybe because it didn’t matter so much in the first place…

Linger around here long enough… and I’ll find something I have to say… Things I think matter until the words just drift away to a feeling I can’t explain… I’m sure I had more to say about something and I’m sure it could have meant everything I wanted to remember… More because I think all these thoughts mean more than I thought they did… But maybe they don’t…

Oh well… I hope all is well…