"ima leaver ** you couldn't tell **"

Stumbling over some memories that were left beside my bed. I'm doing it again, walking around in my own head like it's a walk in closet. I've stayed clean but by no means am I any form of the definition. The crown rested it self on my head long ago but now it's found it's way into my drink. Drag down the moon, bring me back to any night with you. If I could feel broken again and again just to feel your hands delivering the pain, I would. Pretty sick in the head, I'm fucked up like she said. Back to Basics, Eating less and drinking more. It took my all these years, you'll never understand this but I want to break down on the road again. Lose myself in another city. I want what I won't see. I want what I don't need. The story of my past is an outline of my future. Her eye color always depended on the weather. I've always wonder if I had maybe mer\t her now and now then would we be laying in this bed? Part your lips in-between sips and lets just both believe that these downtown lights will guide you home like the stars and you'll find yourself @ 7 North.

Love,
The inconsistent/dreamer/leaver/WishHeNeverFuckingMerYou/Lush/drunk/FuckedUpInTheHead/Doesn'tMeanHalfTheShitHeSays/Star

<3 I was used to treating you bad cause it's all that i'm good at...