Caleb Sanders - makeshift therapy

find ur kind

Things remind me of the times
When I walked on fragile lines
They were blurry they were bent
Think my vision has improved since then

I try not to wish pain upon
All the people that I used to love
I dream about them still at night
And wake up feeling absolutely fine

I can't lie
I don't want
Them to die

I've had time
Not sure why
I cannot
Say goodbye

Chewing up the pieces of
Everything I held above
Leather chairs and license plates
I will never forget how they taste

Happy anniversary
How's your broken family?
I see this woman every week
And she says that I've got PTSD

I agree
I'm messed up
Honestly

And really
I'm not free
They work on
The same street

Do not even try to read
Into it or poetry
Question mark over your head
Doesn't even matter what they meant

Their intent
They will not
Be your friend

Now repent
Your torment
Find your kind
And connect

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Writer(s): Caleb Sanders
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