cast on me.

i am sleeping just to get into tomorrow,

in hopes that these bad thoughts won't follow,

there's nothing worse,

than closing shop

alone.

and i want to walk away,

and forget i ever lived today,

or the day before,

or these past few months

to say the least.

i'm a different person,

but i haven't lost the kid.

actually he's begging to come out to play,

but the door's always locked,

and the key's always missing.

and our eyes bounce off one another reminiscing,

but you look away way too soon.

or i do.

i was never good at keeping your attention,

and i thought i'd make it up to you with signs of my affection,

but now that i think about it,

i never got around to any of that either.

so i fall into a corner,

and i mumble my words,

and i lose faith in myself,

and i feel like a jerk,

because i can't understand

just what went wrong.

but i know,

i won't never ever do it again.