Wish You Were Here

How the hell do I even say it?

The feeling in my gut so tender
I might just puke out my stomach
Along with my teeth, then mix them both in a blender
I hope I'm never able to fit into my old prom dress
I hope I never find you while cleaning up my mess

I've swallowed you and your disgusting
Admiration
But this isn't about your love
Stop being selfish without damn consideration

It's my inability to process my emotions
And confuse my feelings for my internal salvation
My insides are more important than the skin that holds my bones
I only write love poems to fill the void I can't fill with just
talking on the phone

Jesus can't save me, he never could
I've always found myself in the darkest places I never should
You distract me, you indulge
I've kissed my phone screen more than your face
I've given up my love just to finish the race
But I only write love poems to fill this void
Christ

This isn't even about you
It's about my slurred words at 3am
when I'm taking my depression out for a walk
And I find myself wandering down the street from your block
I'm not even close to a mid life crisis
So why do I feel like I'm getting a divorce
What are my passing chances, I never took this course
I'll never understand why my mothers cooking will always taste better
Than the Friday night Chinese take-out we use to share together

Maybe this electrical wire around my neck
Can stop myself from gagging my teenage regrets
I only write love poems to fill this feeling of a void
The same feeling you get when you listen to "wish you were here" by Pink Floyd