4:03

its 4:03
and I can't sleep
without you next to me
I toss and turn like the sea

I'm in a funk.
Not sure why. Not sure why this always happens when I actually become interested in someone, either.
Am I still so insecure?
Weird...
Maybe its this cold that I can't shake.
All the things I want to be and never am.

I tried to paint. It came out differently than I planned.
Its morbid.
Its about death.
A strangling.
Why would I paint that?
Do I feel strangled?

I feel like I need to cry.
I don't know about what.

if I drown tonight
bring me back to life
breathe your breath in me
the only thing that I still believe in is you