Long, exhausted bars of light in my window
Chase away the late night that came before them,
And prime me for the next one.
In the blue hours, I am free from myself.
I think maybe I’ll keep chasing the life long high
Of an overworked mind forever.
Long, exhausted bars of light in my window
Chase away the late night that came before them,
And prime me for the next one.
In the blue hours, I am free from myself.
I think maybe I’ll keep chasing the life long high
Of an overworked mind forever.
I hung in the sky, frowning down at the city below me
Scowling because Peter Pan went away.
I had stretched, and my body had run away
In the years since then.
It is one A.M.
I am depressed, on insta.
Oh, to lead their lives
Instead
I wish I was bigger.
I wish I had a little bit more muscle.
I wish there was more between my skin and my bones,
That my ribs wouldn’t show when I take off my shirt,
That I wasn’t made of tissue paper.
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