Dear Friends,
I wish it felt like days,
But it’s been months.

I don’t bother to look over my shoulder as much,
Not even a mirage to brighten my own spirits up.
It makes makes no sense,
But I’m desperate to connect,
To find feeling in reverie.
I reach for my heart as pounds against my chest.
Still beating so aggressively.

And I would fall in love
With the idea that I could have a home,
(Swear to me this isn’t the end.)
But when I turn my back, I’d find myself alone.

I tried to save it,
I tried to say it before it was too late,
The words, they couldn’t find me
As fast as your feet could turn the other way.

These nights couldn’t get any colder,
By now you would think I’d find some closure.

Take what you want, fuck what I need,
In this life I’ve learned nothing is free.
Take what you want, fuck what I need.

What a ghost town Staten Island has become,
Nobody’s fault but mine, I can’t trace anyone.
And I’m kicking rocks all the way home as the sun spreads my shadow thin,
I’m taking all the time you guys have given me to think.

I am afraid I’ll never be happy with what I have,
Because I really don’t know what I want,
Or where I stand,
I don’t even know who I am.

Outline my body in chalk,
I’ll burn in Hell, I hope to see you soon.
The tremble in my voice speaks truth.

When glory fades, we grab quickly to whatever roots we can still hold onto,
At the end of the day, everyone, fucking walks away