Hours waste turn into weeks then months into me, a lifelong disease

and maybe i've got needs that you can't cure, but i'm waiting by the phone until i'm sure
there's an anvil on my chest, it might be the pollen, but it might just be everything else

A Guarded head shapes the face and heart
So loss ain’t bad
I’m trading processing for sleep
So it don’t seem sad that I’m losing you
Blotch the face, blood vessels
Broken heart and canvas skin
Write it all out you won’t ever quite describe it
Loaned to father for weekends and given back without the interest
Trivialize memories, dumb it down to make it fit
Syllables, grammatical, read and rewrite for the reader
All the bitter nights in my room alone
They won’t know all my secret problems
Or the love that overcame us both
An untold twenty-two year story
So it’s one tale and then another, I was saying earlier