I left after noon. I couldn't stand to be in this room with all my stagnant dreams and my constant decay. I felt out of place and burdened with thoughts of escape: do you know the weight of collapsing into yourself? I found somewhere to run off - Route 2, down a bit by the railroad. I walked for hours, kept the trail. You took my whole day away, Mt Misery. You made sense to me. I told no one. It was just us.
Because when you're feeling low, you'll do anything to feel less alone.
I thought I found a place I could call home. A safe s***e only I could define. A clear head and commiseration, where feeling low would feel just fine. Oh, how I wanted to climb! But Mt Misery was somewhere I couldn't find. I can't see the forest for the trees - I think your summit sits somewhere inside of me that I have yet to find, so I'll keep searching. Until I can climb, if I can find the time. And when I reach the top I'll find if I'll ever not feel alone, or if I'll ever be happy, or if I'll ever be allowed to descend.
Because when you're feeling low, you'll do anything to feel less alone.
I thought I found a place I could call home. A safe s***e only I could define. A clear head and commiseration, where feeling low would feel just fine. Oh, how I wanted to climb! But Mt Misery was somewhere I couldn't find. I can't see the forest for the trees - I think your summit sits somewhere inside of me that I have yet to find, so I'll keep searching. Until I can climb, if I can find the time. And when I reach the top I'll find if I'll ever not feel alone, or if I'll ever be happy, or if I'll ever be allowed to descend.