Plan B - The Impossibles

Push-pinned my picture to your wall

Framed it in pieces of argyle

There’s a thread for every minute I missed my chance to begin it

I could feel the pressure building up as I cram it to the top

A coffee can filled with letters

My ears begin to pop as the tension drops

We’ve fallen down, someday you won’t be around for me to fall back on

It’s so akward to say goodbye to you

The tensest moment when I fail to follow through

I’m all wound up and then you tighten the screws

My want turns to need as you slip on the noose

As I push my pen across the page casting my spell like a first level mage

My epic battle between love and rage

A melodramatic mess not fit for my age we’ve fallen down

All my innocence has drowned since you’ve gone she says I’m changing everyday

She wants to know how, why, and who with

She says there’s still good left in me like I’m the dark lord of the sith

I write this every single winter

And now I’m writing it again: I shed my common sense in exchange for newer skin

The good news is that I’ve finally learned to appreciate my friends

The bad news is that I haven’t got any left

The good news is that I dream about it almost every night

The bad news is that when I wake up you’re not there