Summer Days

My lips are numb,
my hands are cold,
they're here for you,
so take them both.
Because I'm so tired
of hurting, suffering
deep down, tired of feeling
like I'm being passed around.

My eyes are swelled,
my throat is choked;
I'm ready to give, so
hand over a smoke.
Because at this point
all I want is to be wasted,
high, maybe then
for once my eyes would be dry.

All I am is fucking depressed,
heartbroken, used, nonetheless.
I fear to trust, to love again,
knowing you'd give it your all,
hours spent.

I've lived once, lived twice,
but now I find myself in bed
awaiting a day without tears to shed.
For now I cannot breathe, but
in the end it'll be okay.
I have you, my friend,
and the shine of the summer days.

So kiss these lips,
take these hands,
make me believe; be meant.
Because I'm so tired of
feeling empty and worthless.
I want a man or woman
who will make me feel like
I'm flying, while I return the favor--
at any expense.

Make my eyes smile,
help me breathe,
allow me to have faith,
let me see
that maybe life is worth
the marathon, the distance;
but right now all I need
is self-persistence.

All I am is fucking drained,
abused all these years,
ever leap I only strain.
I wish I could trust, and
truly mean these words,
every bump in the road I swerve.
Absurd.

I've lived once, lived twice,
but now I find myself in bed
awaiting a day without tears to shed.
For now I can't breathe, but
maybe one day I'll be okay.
I have you, my friend, and
the shine of the summer days.