Standing under a streetlight in the blistering cold.
Positivity declines as I'm gazing at my feet.
Checking no one's passing as I stare at my breath.
Looking out on the bridge I know, It's not what I need.
I'm seeing colour
In something that still hovers
I'm ready to start over
And find my way out this tunnel.
Heading back to comfort with a drink in my hand
Medicine and caffeine keeps my stomach in tact.
It lasted three years and seventy-eight days.
I'm sorry for the burden and I can't push you away.
Breaking up puzzles to seal up the cracks
Swear that I wont keep it locked away again.
Hold out your arms and place them around my neck.
Promise I won't be so insane again.