Blur the days together postcards spread across my legs.
Books and bottles on the floor.
Brown fields in my view, through the dirty window, leaving me in-between cities.
Bite my nails between notes and this blue pen.
New respect for all the simple things.
Hours turn into wasted days, strings cut my fingers every night.
I miss the trees in Pennsylvania, twisting bottle caps at night, with my friends.
I leave my messages long distance, hating the moment I hang up. Blur the days together, today's theme is tired bored, read, write, play, drink, pills, sleep..
Waiting for a sign from you, telling me thet you're okay, February 13th on more day away.