i would follow my scars like maps
but there's no going back to that.
so i'll just cross walks on intersecting blocks,
with each step i'll disassemble.
sometimes it feels like the smoke
hangs over my head like a ghost.
i spent the last day of summer alone
wishing i could re-learn you,
realized i couldn't on my own. i'm on my own.
we were sitting in a circle
shooting the shit about dying young
and what that meant to us.
said you have to wake up
no matter what
and you can't live your dreams
if you live like you're asleep
but i shouldn't be worried
if sometimes it feels like your ghost
lives inside my lungs like the smoke.
i spent the last night of summer surrounded,
i finally found it,
my thoughts are grounded,
i am home. im not alone.