Writing In The Dark
Cold...
But not cold enough to complain outloud.
Quiet...
Too quiet -- nothing but the floorboards creaking sounds.
Dad is snoring a few bunks over.
This is the vacation spot we've invested in:
A one room cabin
On forty acres of vast, empty land
In the middle of no where --
The U.P.
My nose is leaking,
Mattresses squeeking.
I'm writing in the dark,
Listening to the dull beating of my heart
Against an empty chest,
Sick to my stomach,
Unable to rest.
And I'm missing school Monday to be here.
No, really, my dear,
I don't minde this... it's quaint...
It's stuffy.
But the trees are beautiful,
And I'd imagine the stars must be too.
It's not Chicago though.
Wolves howl,
Dogs snarl.
I'm writing in the dark
Sharp chest pain and a broken heart --
I'm a mess.
Choke back pills,
Just to put me to rest.
And there's this guy back home...
He's really got me kind of fucked up.
Tripping and tumbling and falling...
Too bad he doesn't know.
Too bad he's with her.
Too bad he'll be with her Monday,
And I will be here --
A thousand miles away.
The rustling of sheets,
The need for body heat.
I'm writing in the dark,
Writing about a tortured heart.
In the middle of nowhere
A thousand miles away
From the boy who holds my heart.
But not cold enough to complain outloud.
Quiet...
Too quiet -- nothing but the floorboards creaking sounds.
Dad is snoring a few bunks over.
This is the vacation spot we've invested in:
A one room cabin
On forty acres of vast, empty land
In the middle of no where --
The U.P.
My nose is leaking,
Mattresses squeeking.
I'm writing in the dark,
Listening to the dull beating of my heart
Against an empty chest,
Sick to my stomach,
Unable to rest.
And I'm missing school Monday to be here.
No, really, my dear,
I don't minde this... it's quaint...
It's stuffy.
But the trees are beautiful,
And I'd imagine the stars must be too.
It's not Chicago though.
Wolves howl,
Dogs snarl.
I'm writing in the dark
Sharp chest pain and a broken heart --
I'm a mess.
Choke back pills,
Just to put me to rest.
And there's this guy back home...
He's really got me kind of fucked up.
Tripping and tumbling and falling...
Too bad he doesn't know.
Too bad he's with her.
Too bad he'll be with her Monday,
And I will be here --
A thousand miles away.
The rustling of sheets,
The need for body heat.
I'm writing in the dark,
Writing about a tortured heart.
In the middle of nowhere
A thousand miles away
From the boy who holds my heart.