i want to get gone
to forget all the capitals and grammar
to speak as though i'm 5 years old without a care in the world
where a smile can carry a conversation
but for now im in love with the cold air
the kind that fills my lonely sleepless nights
with noone beside me but memories
self medicating myself with over the counter lullabies
and fueling up with coffee pot methamphetemines
its the only way i sleep at night
the only way i can calm my restless dream driven mind
the cure to my hopeless hopes and my nighttime day dreams
ill cash my busy checks and save up my kisses and headaches
and put them in away in a jar for next time
just in case i need something to chase a rainy day.
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