It's the nerves that keep this breeding
and sometimes when I'm sleeping I can hear it breathing 
in my dreams.
"It's the pills I took, to bring it off, she said"
April is coming more easy and when it rains it pours
but it knows the reality that once we break in certain 
ways nothing is ever the same.
The stitches are already in place
and another day is over.
But the floor still feels the same and I'm not ready to 
change.
I'm not afraid to die. But it's the rush that keeps me 
alive.