You type those words so methodical

 You type those words so methodical,
It's as if  what your saying is mythological
And I've come so far since I held those truths in my hand
Like the world didn't worry me yet I was weighed upon so I didn't stand.

I've met and I've fled
those very same things that I once said.
There was something so peaceful in 4am dawn
that made those bus rides not seem very long.

Summers without concern contrast with the holding of that urn
with the flames that burn
a hole ,a hold on memories
No one knows of times I wrote
my pen my only connection to reality
my nature drove me towards insanity.

You sent me a letter today,
said why'd you have to be so far away
I've told you before it's not my fault
I miss your welcome and your sensual assault.

I've wrote words that have fallen on deaf ears
done it for a number of years
that this is less about you and more about me
putting down my humanity.
I guess I've done some things
who's to say?...