Ida Post Prom Disorder
Some days are heavy and some days are mean
Some days fall somewhere in between
Today I would like to tear you apart at the seams
Like taking a plane its the worst kind of day
Holding your breath in the sky
You should never write a letter that high
Speaking my mind is not what I do best
But I have to get this all off my chest
Open this window and hope these words will fly
But hey what does it matter now?
Turning back pages is not something time will allow
and wait I never got to say
You were digging into me
and then you just got away
How can you say that I'm wasting your time
After all the years I have spent trying
to fill up the whole that you left
Sitting here in my heart
So I'm talking it back
I'm making it mine
I am still trying
