Tripped Out

"My love has gone away

And I guess at the time I figured you’d wait
Teary face, leaky breath, a bitter taste

Tripped out for six hundred (days)
Who would have thought I’d make it last year
In a way it makes sense that I died and reappeared





I am a towel that is soaked to the core, heavier now than it’s gotten before
And something inside of me needs more and more, sooner than later never no more"