Downcast -

In times of cold I pray for summer air

But when summer comes I just stay in bed

I can’t find the strength to get up

I feel like this is me

Giving up on you

I’m sorry

I lost myself this year

I’m growing

Tired of

The New York atmosphere

From Orchard Street

To King Court Square

I would walk for hours

As the sun came up

Last night

I woke up in twilight

On an empty street

Next to the spot we’d meet

I thought about what being nothing would be like

I thought about what being nothing would feel like

My patience is failing me

I can’t seem to find a reason

To move forward with anything

My hands are shaking

This room is a blur

I almost don’t recognize myself anymore

I can’t find a way out

Ready for the let down

But giving up

Is too easy to drown

I’m sorry

I lost myself this year

I’m growing

Tired of

Holding onto everything you said

On a dead end street

Under the downtown dam

I would sit at the water

Hoping you would find me there

Last night

I woke up in twilight

On an empty street

Next to the spot we’d meet

I thought about what being nothing would be like

I refuse to believe

That this wasn’t

All worth it

Every word

That I wrote

To be proven worthless

Am I nothing

But skin and bone?

A vessel searching for a home

I refuse to believe

We can let this go

I refuse to believe

In these demons that call me

Home

But nothing’s perfect

In the end

I know we’re worth it in the end

Last night

I woke up in twilight

On an empty street

Next to the spot we’d meet

I thought about what being nothing would be like

I thought about what being nothing would be like