Old Writings ( American loser)

The everything of knowing yourself is a lot to take. Super bored think I'll hang myself back on myself for a while without mistakes the trees growing from your backyard blackout the daylight from my eyes so I can quit everything and hide. Swear to you I will never lie you can keep your heart and maybe mine will heal. To jump back in for a swim is a bad deal Soda pop and shame the bright lights of our future lies in the hands of idiots. Things could change I suppose where it ends up nobody knows. Sometimes I catch myself saying the dumbest things but sometimes is not enough How to defuse your emotional bomb Somewhere in the future I owe myself a punch to the face My underwear is torn my clothes are dirty Wish I still had that bed