Old Haunts

Unfortunately
I’m not untraceable
Gave it to me
And it was damn near fatal

I hate
I hate how you have the upper hand
It’s a disgrace
Spit take where I stand

And if the tables turned
Would you even be concerned
That a thief in the night
Like I
Would get burned

Turn in, turn down
Fold the sheets over my body
Fold up the chairs
This is not a ceremony

To celebrate my absence
A burst of an abscess
Is this my metamorphosis?
Or have I lost all sense?

If my love was a limit
Could you find it?
Would you keep it?
I cove myself into my depression
Cover all my insecurities with absolution
Preparing for the storm
Do you dare perform
An exorcism in a hurricane?

You said you want me in your bed
So I cut open your mattress and climbed inside it
Was that not what you meant?
I’m sorry to admit it but I think I am exhausted
I don’t know what you want from me
These thoughts are taking me
Under

I will never be clean
It doesn’t matter what I stop
Or how much I wash
I will always be stuck
Dumbstruck with this mind
And this town
Old haunts
Keeping me
Down

You will find me wherever I go
In my chrysalis
Your tamagotchi pet
That you forget

I fear change as much as the winter wind
But I know this is only shedding skin
To celebrate my absence
A burst of an abscess
This is my metamorphosis
Even though I lost all sense