I drove through Berlin tonight Straight shot down the highway and through my
chest and i thought about missing you and the meaning of the word "futile". I
walked around this rainy college campus on a sunday for 3 hours. And i thought
about home and how you wouldnt be there, and i thought me and how you just dont
care. And i could swear i saw your reflection in the puddle of rain on the
concrete you were standing next to me and your lips were on my face. And i can
swear i feel the dissection of the whole me when you leave, and ive grown to
hate this connection that i weave. I drowned you in alcohol last night, but you
poked air holes through my chest. You faught hard to maintain your place in my
heart and on my mind.
Connections Wearing Thin.