the rest of my life

Berkeley CA

Description

sometimes when i wake up before the bird starts and makes everything else quiet i can hear my insides working against each other like a rusty bike in painful desperation to get some place or leave from some place im not sure. sometimes i feel trapped because you know which window is mine. sometimes i feel free because i have no choice. sometimes i think about you riding in front of me and i wish i knew thats what you were telling me the whole time but i couldnt hear it because i needed you.