In your atmosphere.

Wherever I go, whatever I do,

I wonder where I am in my relationship to you.

Wherever you go, wherever you are,

I watch your life play out, in pictures from afar.

Said you're alright, though you said you'd be sad,

You're my LA, I just can't stay away,

I literally am sleepwalking in your presence,

Whether it be natural or habitual,

And I read your words and recalled your conviction,

Then burned the lies and the pain,

Juxtaposed and closed and opposed and

I know this circle is a one way street.

I'd die if I saw you, die if I didn't see you there...

I'm gonna' steer clear, burn up in your atmosphere.

Hi.

I'm back home;

Icy, wispy, shattered home.

Smelly, messy, burning home.

Aorta.

She's winning again.

You better not read this.

I still take a look, though I know not why,
Because every other moment of the day is spent
Reminding, reminding myself of who you are,
What you stole.
You dirty thief.

So broken.