Interlude

thoughts are jumbled up

nothing makes sense

cigarettes in my hand

alcohol's starting to get bland

thoughts of you plaguing in my mind

running out of time

but time is non-existent

it's a concept

made by people who wait for no one

as for myself

I can’t seem to think about anything else

But time and you

I can’t seem to regret anything else

But the time I spent with you

You said I had an addiction

And that I need to change

but what is there to change

when you took all the time I had

told me you love me

but left

maybe it's just me,

why do i always ruin things

I only wanted,

time