I swallow these pills
with heartache and bad luck
and some days
most days
i just don't give a fuck

it was birth that brought me here
to you
not some divine act of fate
it was simply
an
act
of life
which made me

and i am not too proud to admit
that crawling back home
has made me more humble than ever

it took everything from me
the day when i loosened my grip
i let you slide
to the wayside
and watched you slip
far and farther
the distance grew
hard and harder
our beating hearts
lost their rhythm

our senses
can't perceive
half as much as our minds
and its time
the time
to come to our heads
and leave our senses behind