Letter to Myself

I Get Lost Behind the Plot
And I'm Skinny With Regret
And I Barely Breathe Enough
And I'm Swimming in the Thoughts
That I Haven't Got to Yet
And I Crane to Rise Above
I Know You're Waiting For Me
I Know You'll Still Be There
I Get Weakened With the Weight
And I'm Riddled With Remorse
And I Spin, But Not the Rooms
And I'm Shamed to Have to State
That I'm Bottled At the Source
And I Sputter On the Fumes
I Know You're Waiting For Me
I Know You'll Still Be There
I Know You're Waiting For Me
I Know You'll Still Be There
My Mind Is Mute
My Nerves Are Numb
But Still
I Know You're Waiting For Me
I Know You'll Still Be There
I Know You're Waiting For Me
I Know You'll Still Be There