These Days Passing By Without You

Twisted redemption inside plastic baggYs
 
An exceptional way to spend time has declined

That feeling in your gut Christmas morning if you actually got nothing

A loss without definition or purpose, it's life just passing by

Loose lips warp what used to feel so good, so pure

Now a certain sense of tension seems to linger- hovering, infecting, affecting

As if lying to myself or to you would have been a better option

Fingers that painfully remain still, trying to not give in

But still, these days pass without you- seemingly senseless and painful

Confused and completely aware in my own chaotic mixture of reality and will

An ear to the ground can give a glimpse into just how far ahead or behind I really am

Hollow and empty these days passing by have become, without you

Minutes bleed into hours that fade into days that bleach into weeks

And so lingers the pain of knowing these days are the ones passing by without you


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