The Drought

Your dirty, little lake is all dried up
The bodies of your fish have finally erupt
Now they're only bones
Remains of trophies you once owned

Driving down Melanie Lane
No blindfolds but couldn't see a thing
Snow wispies crocheted in my hair
And without your lake, there's no prayer

Competing over air when we've got the whole tank
Getting the last word in while I cry over the sink
Teardrops saturated my flannel scarf
But the scarfs the thing that hides my scars

Your mysterious, oblivious, insidious, mind
Has torn me apart then told me I'm fine
I'm the one fish alive that made it out
Of your lake before the drought

So just finish me off like the rest of your fish
I wish I listen to them before they vanished
I wonder sometimes why I'm the one you kept alive
Then I realized you don't want me breathing, you want me to survive

That's why I despise your insidious mind
It's been three years but I'm still stuck in your lie
But what you don't know is I finally found a route
Out of your drought