Better believe the attempts at stitching up the seams Isn't all that bad As you once proclaimed it to be Bittersweet Take the not so subtle hint as to be dragged Through a wreckage self imposed All that was known Hesitant tongues that speak It has been a week of manic lack of sleep And all that you made me see is that i am blind Of what is right in front of me How can we be sure of anything? It's not what endures with the seeds that sow are Kept locked away on those dreary days Revealing what is possible now To the point of breaking me down You have me but do i have you? Nervous energy