12:39 AM, the building is abandoned
Toiling away in hopes for the words to come
The sound of the interstate hums nearby,
As any form of catharsis escapes me
Bygone eras and useless voices
Have ensnared me in their circular trap
Waste away in nostalgia and worry,
They won't ever fucking find me
I remember every month separated in distance and time
The different stages of my youth act as my shackles
It's impossible to cope with the passing of a lifetime
When my perception of the past is skewed by memories I don't have
You never knew why I said this with a blank face,
I didn't either