untitled/unfinished

Mar 06, 2008 - 19:16 PM PST

What are we saying "No" to?

Waited here for years, hoping to catch my fate.

Caught a cold in that place, it's fucking freezing and I thought I'd have a place to stay.

You waited round for minutes.

Watched the car lights fade away and then turn off your street.

It took no time to recover.

From what I hear, things are fine, but this hypothermia has me dying.

I'll say goodbye to everyone,

I know I blew my chance, should've lit matches by the furnace.

When I wake from my delusion, I know what's worse is you're still here and maybe worse is you don't care.

I've gotta stop these seasons.

Throw a wrench in the wheel of chance,

We get enough in the day to day.

I need some time to recover,

This knocked the comfort right out of me and forced me to deal with it or compensate.