Throw me a line only to break and come and take this. All that you can and what you please. You said it doesn't need to be dragged on much more than it should. I'm feeling restless. I'm hoping these stumbling words don't give out now, as I make no sense. Bleed me. I'm no good. I'm waiting. Hold me like you should and suffocate me. Those days remain in picture frames bought second hand on better days. I left those feelings long ago but I'm still searching for resolve. These dead and dumb mistakes, contemplating something not worth shit as I keep holding burnt out flames. But defeat brings nearer enhancing my intimidations I guess, as I grow. The consumption of loneliness fills the days of emptiness, so low. Throw me a line only to break and come and take this. All that you can and what you please. Write me a cheque only to bounce like emotions I can't pronounce. Funds run out. Hearts NSF.