A trivial and tangled bedroom floor. Wait until the sun finally sets before you climb the stairs to an apartment that you don't call "home" anymore. You put your fingers to your temple in the shape of what resembles the punchline to your way out. Get me out - I just want to disappear. Let me go before I burn us both to the ground. Yesterday forgets you before you have the chance to do the same. I see how much time you spend breaking your own heart over this. Right on cue, every ghost you know comes right back to haunt you. I am the question. You are the answer. Who knew that those things just don't fit together? So I shake in salt lakes because I can't explain, and you wouldn't understand anyway. Do you recall the summer where everything you did was sponsored by your cigarettes and the thoughts in your head? All you talked about were ways to motivate yourself to leave the house. At least until you gave yourself a reason to live. But yesterday forgets you before you have the chance to do the same.
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