Maps

There is a map in my room on the wall of my room and

I’ve got big big plans.

and I can see them slipping through almost feel them

slipping through the palms of my sweaty hands.

and I move slow, just slow enough to make you

uncomfortable.

you say I hate you you mean it and I love you sounds

fake

its taken me so long to figure that out.

I used to love the taste I would do anything for it.

now I would do anything to get the taste out of my

mouth.

and you're so confident but I hear you crying in your

sleeping bag.

but you were broken bad yourself

you were mad as hell you felt

if you had done anything with anyone else it would have

worked out so well.

But you are an artist and your mind don’t work the way

you want it to.

one day you’ll be washing yourself with hand soap in a

public bathroom.

and you’ll be thinking how did I get here

where the hell am I

if the rolls were reversed you could have seen me

sneaking up, sneaking up from behind.

She sees these visions, she feels emotion.

she says that I cannot go she sees my plane in the

ocean.

and what about your friends don’t you love them enough

to stay.

and I say if I don’t leave now then I will never get

away.

let me be a blue raft on a blue sea I’ll blend right

in.

There is a map in my room on the wall of my room I’ve

got big big plans.

but I can see them falling through almost feel them

slipping through the palms of my sweaty hands.

and I move slowly, just slow enough to make you

uncomfortable.

but you were broken bad yourself

and you were mad as hell you felt

if you had done anything with anyone else it would have

worked out so well.

But you are an artist and your mind don’t work the way

you want it to.

one day you’ll be washing yourself with hand soap in a

public bathroom.

and you’ll be thinking how did I get here

where the hell am I

if the rolls were reversed you could have seen me

sneaking up, sneaking up from behind.