awasis

tied myself up in knots
Till I could no longer recognize
The pieces I thought I knew so well
I keep telling myself stories of people and places far away
Maybe one day I will unwind and find them
But the more I struggle the worse it gets
And I cannot even find one end to start working myself out
Those stories become cryptic fairy tales;
The only things that put me to sleep at night
Except for maybe a strong drink or your body next to mine
But the liquor cabinet's empty, my bed an empty space
That chills me to the core
On the hottest summer night
I guess I got so tied up in myself
That I blinked and you left