Who are you to intrude my thoughts when last winter
I tried to remember everything I forgot
These vestigial thoughts that
Plagued a frame made of piled leaves
And regrets
Yet
To think
I'd wake up at night and you'd still be there
Or some version of you which I constructed
The metaphysics still don't make sense to me
Yet
These floorboards mean more to me
Than you ever did
These floorboards mean more to me
Than you ever did
Than our bare foot ballet across the bathroom floor at night
But as I try to rack my mind about what this all could mean
Your apparition comes to me and leaves without a fight
Everyday feels the same to me clouded by a lack of ontology
A lack of substance
A lack of being-unto-the-world
With too much being-unto-death
I wish to end this lack
I wish for it to make sense
Am I enough
How would I know
Can I ever be enough
Sometimes I wish it weren't up to me
Sometimes I wish I wasn't me
Sometimes I wish
Sometimes
Sometimes I wish
Sometimes
Sometimes I wish
Sometimes
I guess that's just what it's like to not be enough
I guess that's just what it's like to not be enough
I guess that's just what it's like to not be enough
I guess that's just what it's like to not be enough