I’ll wait for you…will you wait for me, too?
I hope you think about me even when you don’t want to
I miss you
I’m on my Dad’s computer, I took pictures this morning I shall post.
Let me do my little dance
And my light went out a long time ago yet it still sparks
My friend and I both fell asleep by a plastic bowl while the other sold drugs
I wish I could change things I really need to work on changing me
In need of some vodka
I am not okay.
I heard your voice in my dream but I couldn’t spot your face
And my stomach lurches forward and my hands begin to shake
I’m living but I’m in a daze, this is all a dream; I dreamt myself awake
I would like to fall asleep in a field of flowers
You are my home.
I always think of my mom especially around holidays. I get gutted because she’s not thinking of me.