A couple hundred miles away
sits a girl that’s come to hate me
for reasons I don’t completely understand
But a few hundred feet away
lies the woman that gave birth to me
trying to find out if she’ll ever live without machines
And I just don’t care anymore
about my writing
or connections
or whatever our friendship got twisted into
I’m done with this
Think what you will of me
I can’t change your mind
I have to have priorities straight
and I have to be strong
for someone that’s always been there for me
I don’t have time for games
or trying to understand
My worries are going to waste on you
