i took a walk in the snow to kill off what was in my head but it kept strong until my eyes grew weak and made me go to bed. i’ve had my share of fucking chances, but the endings stayed the same. too dumb to realize all i need was staring right at me. and if i clean up everything, would you come running back to me cause i cant take another week. and i cant help but think what a loss it is to me, just knowing what i had this whole time is a shame. waking up to a song i left on repeat when i was drunk and my bed just seems to big for me now that i’m the only one. i’d like to call and say “come over”, we’ll lay down and watch tv and catch up on all the shows we missed and probably just fall asleep.