i got comfortable.

my issue is feeling as if nothing belongs to me. i begin with an explanation, others with a question. oh, and i can't make it. i'm sorry, i just can't make it. these explanations are always have filled with tequila and promises i keep half the time. daily evolution causes more seclusion. people are no longer in your equation, your math problem is incorrect and i am here creating the biggest effect. it just dawned on you how shitty things have been. how your lover is now a has been, and you see that. no one ever heard the screams. but it tries to tell you every night in your dreams. you've been warned. in and out of relationships and you're still after that thing you had. silence and meditation are what i yearn, but this comfortable state we've been trapped in makes that hard, and it burns. this lit flame needs more oxygen... amaretta makes her feel betta.