morning breeze swirls in thru my window

smellin spring in the air, only half these trees are bare.

it’s all that i care now, that time will just pass.

second after second, as breeze tickles my neck and,

i thought i loved the spring, but maybe i love you more.

i thought changin seasons could never a bore,

i thought i’d always be angry at the psuedo-war,

people go and leave, and i don’t know anymore.

my breath, is caught, like the air is still cold.

in between skull and brain, a layer of mold.

it blocks everythin out. but i dont pout

im better off without everyone, all down and out,

throughout, into my private mind, just right now,

JUST GET THE FUCK OUT.

there’s only room for me and her.

ha, ha, ha…