Meaning

Tell me which side you're on, I'm on. Did I cross the line, hiding underground? I kept your photograph next to my chest. To let you know that I was still breathing. So tell me what you know about leaving, leaving. Did you leave pieces of you behind without me? I'm feeling used but I … Continue reading Meaning

Foxhole

Take me back to where we once were. Existing in a space between loving and dying. I might get by on the weekends. But I've got myself twisted up bad, been rarely sleeping. These thoughts of you send me spinning. Obsession only breeding more doubt. I keep thinking I'll continue living life half empty. With … Continue reading Foxhole