sitting on this bed i've made, not quite yet to sleep.
laying in this grave i've dug, not quite yet to rest.

you're still the one i see when i close my eyes.

there's turbulence in my sleep.

i got a summer, a winter, and i thank you.

no, don't speak, you'll cause your mouth to bleed. your terrible decision, you end up on your knees. head hung down low, blaming yourself.

suddenly, it's time wasted.

convince me i'm at fault, convince me i was wrong to justify my guilt.

if you're still alive, i have a promise to keep.

you really should have waited.

this is the moment that defines and divides. I'll lay on this bed, looking up. i am the antagonist in this story.