Naps

want you to know
i'm sorry there was no connection
between you and me
our principles are far too different,
you like the structure of cops
and i believe in anarchy
some things aren't meant to be.
but whos to say whats a more fulfilling life
sure i could use a lot more,
but nothing more to survive.
i enjoy living day to day
and in the end my friends are all i need.

i got no plans yet for what lies ahead,
i keep putting my reality on hold instead.
saving last weeks paper
just in case i might read it.
its a cyclical mess that never cleans up.
years from now i'll be back to square one
drunk and broke with no future no hopes
and no reason to become something better
im just stitched to this fucking chair
agoraphobic, my soul is beyond disrepair.
im a fan of the silence but loneliness is overrated
and the sun burns hotter everyday
i use to blame everyone else,
but now im just the one who doesn't believe in myself
so maybe i should warn you now
before my cynicism summons a cloud
of my problems, self loathing, and doubt.
and i'm the hypocrite for judging your faith
when you could be the only one out there to save me.

well i can't tell
why we try to understand each other,
before we understand ourselves