You're bad, I'm good. I'm bad, you're good.

Hold on.

What are you holding on to?

Just wait.

What are you waiting for?

Don't know.

What is worth knowing?

In time.

When is long enough?

My eyes don't need changing.

My mouth is forever blaming.

I'm so tired of forever faking.

Why can't I move ahead?

Why are my feet so full of lead?

Why do I just want to stay in bed?

I guess it's a matter

of just changing the sheets

something to make life feel complete

if I could just get motivated.

For now I'll guess I'll just draw the shades

promise tomorrow that I'll change.

Holding out until the colors fade

then just rewash them.

You're so tired of hearing me complain

think there's something wrong with my brain,

just don't know how much I'm hurting.

Can you pick up some ether on the way home

or maybe chloroform from down the road,

that's all my grocery list really is.

A collection of wishes, of things I never did.