the wasps gather round your head
waiting to strike in union time
a blizzard of angry memories
waiting for a childish passerby
but what really matters when
all you've got is a mixed up mind
that's been stranded on an island
in a decade old timeline?

i hope your worry lines fade away
that your mother curses and drinks less
maybe your dad moves out west
i pray it all comes back together for you
maybe then you'd have more time for us

found myself lost somewhere indivisible
wandering city streets with a stomach of bad drugs
watching each lamp post with a wondering eye
stumbling between its sodium cast beams
wishing it'd been me you packed away
instead i stay inside embraced by glowing screens
just wishing you'd chosen me