Malady

I don't sleep or eat
When I feel my lonesome creep
And I'll be home and I don't belong
I'll drink, smoke weed
And I lose all routine
For weeks
And that's how it goes

Manic highs and unwisely use all my time
The bed, the couch, pace around, repeat
The damn haze in my brain
I don't know if I'm awake
For days
And that's how it goes

I'll be around folks
And somehow be alone
But I don't believe that I'm alone in that
If we
Could all be
Aware of what we don't see



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Warneke
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