"i'll come running"
but no footsteps really echoed through my halls
its lies and words that slowly float to the ground
only to be stomped on by both you and me
its hard when you're so cold
young skinned but hate aged so old
jumping between cracks in the street
its the ghosts in my head vs all i know
just another battlefront
constantly leaving
constantly inconsistent
this room doesn't feel like home
and i tire away trying to make myself feel more than nothing
but its all just drunken lullabies
words that are spat and not drawn on empty pages
the clock continues to tick down all the lost chances
and i stare at these feet
as they fail to move in any direction worth going to
destination unknown
ETA unknown
coming in last place has become normal
i don't even realize the pity applause
smiling in disguise
thanking but not really caring or meaning it
this act of living is just me digging until the grave is too deep
just coming undone day after day
struggling to keep this heart beating
this soul feeling
keeping these nights alive
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