I need to break free from this state,
And fly as far away as my wings will let me,
Because I know all these faces and streets-
All these buildings and sidewalks,
I know them so well my mouth fills with bile,
And my bones long to be anywhere but where I am,
I have died here a thousand times and no one-
Has brought flowers to my grave,
I am so tired the circles under my eyes are deeper,
Then the cuts I wear on my heart,
The daises and tulips will bloom every spring,
Just as the snow will have fallen by February,
The predictable patterns of these seasons,
Of these years and of this life,
Cause me to toss and turn through out the night,
I need something new and I need it fast because-
I am sinking and decaying and theres-
Only so much time.