letting off a little steam

i cant remember when i wrote this, but i think i was angry

All the days go by somewhat connected

Obliterated my sunshine

I'm left with a vague sense of purity

That I crushed and left behind

Got whats left of it in a jar.

Would you help me bide my time

By taking this knife to your throat?

Or putting it to mine?

Its just that I would rather it be a stranger

Instead of a friend

And all this time I could pretend

I'm in control.

But if you haven't noticed

Im still a bit distracted

Chasing demons in the daytime

When my senses have retracted

And my motives go astray.

A wreck without a cause

Wait, I take that back

A runaway train

Without a track

Metal without a home

Of wood and stone.

Dream about revenge

The kind I would regret

Not now, of course, but I must

Think a little bit ahead and use my brain

Because I left my heart in a box on a shelf

Wrote my name on it

Just in case I forgot who I was

And I already forgot my promise

I promised my self

I would remember where I put it,

But promises were meant to be broken.