When just wanting to take the edge off turned into my everyday habit.
i wish you were around to see it.
But not really
I seen you the other day in a vehicle behind me with another man in my front seat
when we met eyes you were watching me
be so quick to look away from me
as my cigarette is lit, hand out the window memories of you flush in and now i feel bad
when taking the edge off became an easier picture for me to paint of myself,
It all mattered less
less I’m without them, less I’m without you
less I felt, less I know
the poor other man in my front seat
i cant see any intentions but sex by now and I’m waiting to get high.
My minds about to blow
but then i wonder how you can go on without me too.
Because by now we both know
we both have this problem.
so why is it everytime i try to move on
i keep running into you.
I wish you would need me like I need you
But I’m lesser then what I was before.
And these drugs, they took over
Because i can’t always remember what I am doing most days… Now that your gone I’ve been throwing my life away.
At least I hope that’s not what people say
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A lot to think about, in your word’s.
You express yourself well.
Thanks for sharing!