bohemia

I'll be worthless one day so waste your money now

Value me before you realize I've run out

It's hard knowing you're the one people talk about

Too much of a shoulder to ever show doubt

But the grass is greener at least in your eyes

And I know if I hold on I'll get to the other side

But the wait is persistence like memory and time

And medicine's the only way I know my mind is mine

You feel like a poem I don't know how to write

A love song alone in the middle of the night

The comfort is insanity with a different name

I've changed mine enough to know it's all still the same