Mourning News

I don't tell my mom
Half the shit that's going on
I'll think of you all day
Prolly do the same thing tomorrow

Dissolve myself in a vat of complacency
I think of you and I think of wasted dreams
Should be grateful for what we had
But time marches on till we're dead and gone
And my mind stays glued to the past

Inhale till I start to float
Drying all the memories stained in my coat
My teeth don't fit right in my head
In my chest I feel pressure
Not sure but it feels like I miss her
And it hurts like a mental cancer
Wish that someone tell me it gets better

I don't tell my mom
Half the shit that's going on
I can't tell anyone
I've overstayed my welcome
Never thought I'd be here this long