Midday

I dont feel myself today, indeed. But I keep telling myself It’s gonna get better
But it’s taking forever, I tried to go out but every time I leave the house
Something reminds me of what’s now behind me. Might take a hundred sleepless nights. Home on an empty highway
I thought about you and I hit the brakes, Who we were was so clear. I am sick of staring up at the ceiling every morning.