this town is made up of one part disappointment and one part dirt
much like my insides that have been
tangled up here for far too long
and i cant seem to carve away
the layers upon layers of defeat
that have solidified as a casing
around my fragile, yet not-so-fragile core
when im talking can you hear me?
it seems like everyone is too wrapped up
watching as the earth rotates
in the nothingness that surrounds all of us
the desolate emptiness
as flowers bloom and unbloom
much like this town
much like my soul
when im coming to you, do you see me?
im breaking, please hear me
i loathe this town
where dreams come to flourish
but end up being stomped into the dirt
and bound here by hope
good-for-nothing hope
this town is a double dealing merchant
who takes all you have
and convinces you that your new nothing is everything
that nothing may be all that i have
but it is not all that i am