
This one isn't waiting for Sunday....It's okay in the day I'm staying busyTied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is heGot so sick of cryingSo just latelyWhen I catch myself I do a 180I stay up clean the houseAt least I'm not drinking (*Note: ok, so maybe I have been.....)Run around just so I don't have to think about thinkingThat silent sense of contentThat everyone getsJust disappears soon as the sun setsThis face in my dreams seizes my gutsHe floods me with dreadSoaked in soulHe swims in my eyes by the bedPour myself over himMoon spilling inAnd I wake up aloneIf I was my heartI'd rather...