All these things make me sick
These daydreams and dreams
Things I’ll never wake up to
Given how little my life means
All these things make me ache
These visions I can’t shake
I keep seeing myself drive up the 151
To visit a beautiful woman on her break
I watch myself go home to the place I always wanted
You can see The Palladium from the balcony
The lights from I-10 cancel out the moon
Something about all the subtle noice is peaceful to me
As I witness all these things my suffering grows
There’s no easing the pain in my head
Reality won’t let me stay here anymore
This life is no place for the dead
Great post 😀