you help me.
you help me live.
top of the hill, god, i need you more than ever.
bottom of the hill, i need a band aid or two.
home, escape. leave leave leave.
oh to figure out these things in my head.
it is too much.
the taste of coffee only tastes good with certain people.
i miss you but it'll never change.
some things wont change.
but this box i've been living in is making me short of breath.
home, escape. leave leave please, im needing to leave.