It's quarter to nine here,
it feels like the rain is going to come.
your shirt will soon be damp, and your shoes squishy while i lie in bed.

I have nothing much to do right now, other than think of what exactly, could have represented you, or us.

I wanted to show you all the things I've made and seen, places I've been and felt all these while you were gone
But I cant seem to capture them, and even if i did,
they seeped away through time before I could present it before your eyes.

are you tired? why are they so cruel.
nowadays life is just a mess, i sound incoherent most of the time.
I keep flaking out on people, I'm here one day and gone the next.
I am making too many empty promises, stirring too much trouble, and hurting too many people I should not have.

there are messages unreplied, phonecalls unreturned, things undone.
the phone vibrates on and on, and when im gone for five, i come back to see four.
four missed calls, four messages. but no. i dont want them, i want you.

I'm still thinking of everyone but I just want to be left alone.
Just having another minute of peace will be nice.