Immerse myself in rhythm since it’s better than alcohol
Keep my feelings written, it’s clarity for cloudy thoughts
Emotions lost in black ink, corrosion to my cardiac
Rebuilt by artifacts of memories still left in tact
Before I might’ve instead surrendered thoughts to her company
But today she stays across the country, free of the stress
At home she’s grown to live underneath
So I suppose I’m happy for her, it’d be selfish not to be
But is one really happy if constantly he ponders not to be?
I’m tripping, brush the dust off
Back up from feeling down
Finished now with this love song