Bath School Disaster

These late summer nights
I'm six drinks in and falling asleep
Ill become a chalk line for all to see
I have been told there's no hope
I'm a story for broken hearts
No sign of blessings no signs of light
I'm starting to think i enjoy it
countless hours of feeling nothing and empty
or maybe im still searching for who i am
an endless journey just searching
its hard to pick your self up
when the thoughts in your head
come to you like breathing
Its hard to pick your self up
when the light you need is retreating
Ill become a chalk line for all to see
washed away from spring rains
i hope summer finds me
bury me under the fall leaves
let me burn beneath winter trees.
one day we will figure this out.