These days, I fall asleep listening to Coldplay.
These days, I'm recovering from a weekend that sent my head spinning.
These days, I lean up against maple tree outside my window,
puffing on a cigarette, watching the people come and go
through swinging doors
their swinging arms implore
the need to be held.
These days, I wake up not knowing where I am.
These days, time seems to stretch on with no end.
These days, I love, I love so much, but not a love I can touch.
I don't love you, with you crooked grin,
and I don't miss it,
These days, I hope they never go away, for better or for worse.
These days, I am here.