I miss it I miss it I miss it.
No matter how amazing any day feels,
if the nights feels incredibly heavy,
then the night feels incredibly heavy.
And I may or may not fall asleep.
Tossing?
Turning?
My chest inflates,
my shoulders give in.
Then I decide I need to put this feeling somewhere,
the swelling feeling that wells up,
makes a lump in my throat,
but never anywhere to place it.
But nights I'm lucky...
I'm hardly ever lucky.
Pressing "enter" twice instead of the space after a period or comma,
and this stupid, sad song.
