From February With Love: Lines, Circles & Progress

Laying around, no school today:
Just paying pacing to keep awake.
Sitting around, no work today:
Just drinking until the clock has circled all the way.

It's late afternoon as you walk the rooms
of a house that is quiet,
except for unanswered telephones.
And, you stand near the sink while you're mixing a drink.
You think you don't want to pass out where your
room mates will find you... again.

Stumble around the neighborhood with nothing to do.
You're always looking for something to sniff, smoke, or swallow.
Call over next door to see what they've got.
You'll settle for anything that'll make your brain slow down or


Stop this circle of thoughts you chase,
before they catch back up with you.
And, your parents noticed your thinning face.

All the weight you've lost...

All the weight you're losing..

...You said,

"I'm done feeling like a skeleton...
No more sleeping walking dead..."

You're going to wake from this coma.
You're going to crawl from this bed you've made.
So, stop counting on the camera that
hangs around your neck.
Because you won't ever remember what
you choose to forget, as you

try to find some source of light;
and, try to name one thing you like:

You used to have such a longer list.
As if you never had to wait for it.

But now, it's so easy.

It's so easy.

But now? You second-guess everything you do, until
all you want is to finish this half-empty glass before
the ice all melts away.

And this feeling? Well, it used to pass.
But now, it feels like it's everyday and
it feels like it's every night now.