I’m alone
I’m alone and I’m scared
And there’s no one to turn to
And if I ignore him his name pops up
Or his music pops up
And if I pay attention these things happen
These things I can’t explain they happen and they don’t go away
Because if I ignore him he pops up
And then I’m paying attention
I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough
My god
Who fucking ever
I’ve had enough please please just
Set me free
Please
I have nowhere to look
I have nowhere to go
I can’t do this all alone
I don’t know why you make me do this alone
I try
I tried.
It’s fine.
I’m up.
Alone
Not quite
Oh well.
Weird shit happened.
Here’s the fun part,
Here’s where we will get stuck,
We said Mexico days ago because we kept feeling like Mexico and Feather went first and someone always precedes them.
Did he then hastily book a trip to Mexico trying to get away from Vancouver?
Probably not.
That sounds stupid and irrational
But the alternative
That alternative
That one that’s just been getting worse
And worse
And worse
Started with him.
And we don’t know why.
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