Waiting for my wake up call,

I’m dizzy from a row of circles

through my mind’s been running.



Yes, I hope that you know that

I’m still holding on.

And don’t you dare forgive me

because I’ve done nothing wrong.



What’s it like to be content in

an atmosphere of resentment?

What’s it like to know where you belong?

I’d say, in light of all the talk,

it’s more than just an accident.



Facing down my demons

and I’m swallowing my pride.

All it took was just one second

just one second to stare up at the sky.



The only wrong decision is to never make one at all.



I hope that you know that I’ll call when I’m gone.

if you just leave the porch light on.