Jiggabillion Jots

While I’m stuck at home without anyone to talk to. I’M IN A RAGE.

And I’m just over here like, “Oh I’d…be friends with her. I would befriend her so hard. I would…buy her ice cream….”

Why do sad people drink?
“Think”? More like more blinks
Things getting blurry, the mind shrinks
Can’t fix focus, gotta squint like a chink
Like needle-pricked livers drinking poisonous ink
Head’s not up or down but on the brink
Of death metaphorically, absolutely
See, I don’t need the burn to feel sorry
No drinking for me, I’m sober, free
No snapping out of it wondering what I just did for me
When I refuse to see, refuse to be
A hero in reality to turn chapters on my story
Why take a shot when I could give it one?
Why waste time when I could save me some?
Hence the clarity, the probability
That chins stay up and the bottle stays away from me
Lately, I’ve been trying to breathe
Not through my lungs but my head ‘cause underneath
Is a mind all wrapped up in all kinds of memories
Longer than they should be, precious unnecessarily
And I haven’t forgotten our songs and pictures
The teenaged mixtures of bands and the fixtures
Of lyrics that don’t make sense, but in a sense, it’s obvious
That sense doesn’t play the part, but more so the sound from the heart; you’re oblivious
To the little things I find important, more than he and he did
Enough things to make a list and give to you as a sad gift
Listen close when I say love and being in love aren’t the same
For me, I’m not in it, but you’re playing this game
Where you mess with my head and I’m guessing the blame
To who made me insane, put my heart in some cage to tame
And I’ve mentioned before I’m asking for change
Not just change in face, but change in pace
‘Cause you, not me, already won this race
So how can I catch up?