impatience

send me to a mess.
pick me up again.
how can you sweep the pieces under the bed?
becuase i sure can't.
couldn't find my rythme.
where'd you get yours?
felt like burning the bridges every weekend
with this sick and sunken sludge of a soul caught in a body like mine.
you know, when your there its not such a bad thing.
especially after all those filthy nights we spent.
now i want to tell you that i want you.
thats it.
no more.
take me home.
i want you.
never really understood how much you meant to me until you left me and now i have no idea what to do and only want to be with you, want to see you soon but realize soon is a while away.
send me to a mess again.
damn.
these days, thinking of you, i've become impatient.