Mourning News

I don't tell my mom

Half the shit that's going on

I'll think of you all day

Prolly do the same thing tomorrow

Dissolve myself in a vat of complacency

I think of you and I think of wasted dreams

Should be grateful for what we had

But time marches on till we're dead and gone

And my mind stays glued to the past

Inhale till I start to float

Drying all the memories stained in my coat

My teeth don't fit right in my head

In my chest I feel pressure

Not sure but it feels like I miss her

And it hurts like a mental cancer

Wish that someone tell me it gets better

I don't tell my mom

Half the shit that's going on

I can't tell anyone

I've overstayed my welcome

Never thought I'd be here this long