maybe it is because the coffee is mud
or could it be that
different people all give the same
intense kind of looks on these days
from people that assume too much to
insecure lost ones who do not like thier lives
coming back to the places they
always hoped to escape
tomorrow is way too far away and
it seems like yesterday was years ago
once in a while the last place you left
now feels like the first place you have ever been
thinking too much has ruined
opened people who have no idea how to turn off
dare me to do something and i probably won’t
after all, i came here when you did say i shouldn’t
you make me feel wanted
