i don't really want to answer my own questions;
don't feel the need to answer to my old demons
i left enough of them behind.
but lately, with you on mind
why, i'm the epitome of glee,
succeeded by a penetrating misery.
this, i safely hide.
but it's got me on edge.
while i strain from tapping again the end of a cigarette,
damn it's got me fucking irritated.
i can't find you-
inside your head
while you're inside mine.