Wednesday, November 9, 2011

40

i am learning how to manage it all
my hands are dripping with hours
i wish i could tell you that i am getting better
emily, i wish i could tell you i'm turning my ways
i feel adrift from everything we've built
wrap this around my ankles and drag me
bury me 6 feet under
and i swear you'll still feel my pulse
drown me under this all

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