haven't you gotten sick
from the lack of oxygen
do your lungs fade away
every time you try to breathe
your looking out now
for the quickest escape
but don't be unkind
to the worries you'll find
counting always takes you
to the wrong side of the law
i can recall the older memories
where you left everyone out
does it even help
when you were filled up with doubt
you gave up
you went away
even now
i can see your true self
scratches on your kneecaps
bruises on your tongue
well i've been giving to much
attention to the little things
and i know you aren't aware
of the old ways
catastrophic to a degree
in a new light you might agree
but if i tried to fix you now
i'm sure you'd have another way
to let me down