extrasupervery

i'm working on erasing you

i just don't have the proper tools

i get hammered, forget that you exist

there's no way i'm forgetting this

i'm working hard on walking out

my shoes keep sticking to the ground

my clothes won't let me close the door

and these trousers seem to love your floor

i'm working on my backwards walk

there's nowhere left for me to go

except back to you just one last time

say yes, before i change my mind

you're the shit

and i'm knee-deep in it.

backwards walk

frightened rabbit

seen it 10 times before

i thought that you were the one

in darkness, my heart was won

the ubiquitous mr. lovegrove

dead can dance

a navy knot with arms at night

and now we're unrelated

and rid of all the shit we hated,

but i hate when i feel like this

and i never

hated you.

poke

frightened rabbit

like god's shoeshine

i'm struggling to remind myself over and over

that things are different now, that i really am quite alone at the end of the day,

that the knot that held my idea of normalcy together is fraying slowly

and is bound to snap any day now.

i'm struggling even more

to convince myself that i'll be just fine

anyway.

that about sums it up