I carry burden,
close to my heart,
so close now,
I can feel it beating my heart beats.
smothering the only organ capable of love-
in a sort of malicious way.
I suppose I admire the burden,
for never letting up,
in a way,
its the only thing constantly tearing me down,
and in turn
the world tells me,
I'll be stronger.
But why trust the world?
when it's so incapable of loving,
why believe a thing anyone says.
You should only follow those
closest to the truth,
and the rumors around here, are far from it.
That's part of breeding in a small town,
when you kiss me,
you're kissing California.
And when you kiss California,
Washington is bound to hear.
I guess that's why the people I kiss,
get so homesick.
They call on me, miss me, love me,
need me...
But I know better by now,
I know that nobody misses me,
they miss the feeling of home.
And the burden of housing
several soul suckers
becomes beyond overwhelming,
meanwhile it drags me into a spiral
I am ill equipped to survive.
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