Emo Side Project Middle Of The Map
I'm finding myself lost in my own library.
The books I use to read all now seem so unfamiliar.
Now I've realized not even literature can save me
anymore.
I'm finding myself bored in my own city.
The friends I use to see got caught up living their
lives.
Beer caps and scabs; old cigarettes once lit are burning
up.
This midwest town in the middle of the map will soon fade
out.
Discarded, forgotten.
