I'm off.

I'm tired
I've been scraping my knees looking for you.
I've been lookin down, looking backwards,
Looking inside, never outside.

I'm tired
From dreaming to much and never listening
Never stopping yet never really moving
Tired from not knowing what to think or do.

I'm asleep
I'm drugged or lost or oblivious or contagious
Obviously unaware
Of what surrounds me

I'm hurt
Alone and sitting here and making up stories
And dreaming and wanting and wondering and confusing
All of me

I'm tired
Aware of my own damned pity and
How sad it sounds to turn over the same page
Day in and night out.

I'm asleep
I'm off to dream
To love you again and smell your hair
To later wake up

Your not there.