I wake up at 8 a.m., Kiss her face and worry about the day ahead. Make the bed while i'm still in it A trick I learned from the internet Okay? (Okay) I take my dose of aderoll 5 miligrams should be enough today Cause I can't focus on anything That isn't on my phone or a video game Anymore. I don't like being home I feel my roots begin to grow Into a ground that was never meant to be Permanent for me. Permanent for me. Next to the piano bench on Christmas day I asked her to marry me And she said yes. We spent the whole day traveling from house to house To tell our families. And that night she asked knowingly, "What does this mean for our plans of leaving For the west coast?" I said, "Cassy, just one more year then we'll make our move away from here. I swear, I swear, I swear. I think, I hope, I swear." She said, "I can't stand living here the more I do the more I fear, the ground below us will slowly come to be permanent for me." Permanent for me. Should I let my heart get swallowed by the fear of giving in? Or stay hidden here forever on the beach of indifference? The longer its infront of me The less clear it becomes Do I want this to be Permanent for me?