Sometimes, losing ideas.
Over there, over here over nowhere don’t you hear?
Supportive faces crumble all over me with their innocent smiles and brilliant eyes.
Their arms reaching out and patting my back to hard with their concrete hands.
It’s pretty easy to forget everything all you have to do is not try.
But try and forget, I dare you, it’ll be ringing in your ears and against your skull for the next couple of years at least.
Candid as hell, I hope I never have to make childhood mistakes ever again.