Time to wake up, it's 6:30am
. We do so every day. Time to eat lunch, it's 12:03pm
. As we do this every day. Same routine. Same routine. Repeating. You won't go away
but I sometimes wish you would. Can you hear me?
It doesn't matter. You've heard it all before. It's just me at the door. I'm always knocking
. I can reach my hand over and he'll be there. I know that the liquor store down the street sells my brand of cigarettes
I just want to flee sometimes. Drive and drive
and never return. Never look back. The same thoughts. Even these.
There's a hole in my door that's been there for years.
There's a hole in my heart
that's been there for years.
There's a hole in the road that's been there for years.
But it's okay. I can delete this later.