Bound

My life literally consists
of nothing but
stale humor, anxiety, and irony

I've got trouble
running through my mind
and its fingers
down my neck

You wouldn't know
love
even if it
struck you down
where you stand

But
what I wouldn't do
to be
your everything

I'm miserable
and you're doing
just fine
I guess the tables
have really turned
this time

But
I need to wake up
on my own

And
remember
to breathe

Because
time slips by me
so fast

I've watched countless days
roll into nights
waiting
on something
that will never last

So this is me
desperate as can be
laying flat on my back
I can never seem
to stay on track

I set my self up
just to fall
But
the truth is
I never really left the ground.