Mesh Hats And Interstates

Blur the days together postcards spread across my legs.
Books and bottles on the floor.
Brown fields in my view, through the dirty window, leaving me in-between cities.
Bite my nails between notes and this blue pen.
New respect for all the simple things.
Hours turn into wasted days, strings cut my fingers every night.
I miss the trees in Pennsylvania, twisting bottle caps at night, with my friends.
I leave my messages long distance, hating the moment I hang up. Blur the days together, today's theme is tired bored, read, write, play, drink, pills, sleep..
Waiting for a sign from you, telling me thet you're okay, February 13th on more day away.