daysleeper// people who are toys:

cant make my mind up
long enough to stay undressed
promising to compromise
but knowing better than to.

feeding into lines

and in some headache
causing a wreck
disheveled but awake

everything is not how i thought it would be
in neat little boxes
abiding lines
and just what their mother taught them to mean

swallowing hard
and checking the time constantly
let it confuse the rhythm of my fingertips
drumming not so patiently
the desire to feel something
aka distort every surface of my body

but bodies intertwined
let my body unwind

she calls it an intimate understatement
just a little misspelled
she likes making it harder for me to tell
but its probably just a little mistake
like grammar inconsistencies
little notes where i'd tease
wondering if she was talking about me
saying i inspired her
but knowing better
im not the one who does anymore

daydreaming
one day, i'll be more
he doesnt write enough
and theres a lacking in promises
let it scatter all my plans
i wont ever be more than

and i'll spend all day in bed
sleep talking about things i'll do
when i finally get through
reminding myself of habits i hated
genetics cause my heart belated

crawling back into where i thought i got passed
should have learned last night
im going nowhere fast