it’s mid afternoon but it’s dark outside

it’s cold and dry out there but raining inside

with clothes everywhere I sit in the middle

scribbling words trying to crack the riddle

of why it matters what people see in me

even when I’m happier than they’ll ever be

time leaves me behind with my words

the ones that won’t ever be truly heard

you won’t get any answers that way

holding back what you want to say

bass lines and stanza lines bleed together

reading my thoughts over music forever

picture this, a cross section of my mind

it hasn’t changed much over time

you only have something over me if I let you

well I might as well invite you in for a permanent stay.