Rotting in My Bed

every little trickle every little drop every time you ride me to the edge then suddenly stop\u2028 every time i say i love you \u2028then wait for a thousand years to hear, you maybe mumble something\u2028 that’s close enough to fool my ears that I can declare this evening \u2028 a roaring success Confident there was a reason I even woke up and got myself dressed. the girls at school they swooned over a knight adorned in white so love drunk on the fairy tale they could never see it right \u2028the reason that the gallant \u2028 wear colors oh so bright is to blind the naive maidens \u2028with their overwhelming light\u2028 so we believe they saved our lives\u2028 while scores of pawns that made heroics possible\u2028 scamper out of sight. I could try \u2028to find\u2028 something better… I could change myself \u2028to suit some idea of the future \u2028I could lose 10 pounds, \u2028I could eat less junk \u2028I could force myself into a trad wife\u2028 husk but instead I’m rotting in my bed and I think I’ll stay there the rest of the night. certain, there is no reason for my dreams to take flight.