Sam Allen Eats His Words

Passing on
Pretty sure you're not
I would sit
On the edge
Of the bed
Lost it all
I don't need to hear a lot
Almost drove off the road
When I saw my hand

Bled again
I was stumbling
Creeping in
Like your parents did

And I thought I heard you
Running out of the house
When the porch light turned back on
And I felt my ribcage
Falling out of the plane
When we hit the runway

Walk it off
Smash the window in my car
Wearing thin
Running out
Sleeping in
Peeling out
Steer away from autumn fog
The windshield flew
Through the side
Of my head

Swore away all the others
Falling in
Like you left it