Monday, Feb. 11, 2008 / 12:17 a.m.
The Mile

I've got a mouthful of cotton
And I'm choking on this scream
Going slowly through each day
Like I'm walking in a dream

And it all gets shoved down
Further and further still
Til there's nothing left but apathy
A broken heart and broken will

Crumpled, let me hide
Spent two decades digging my own grave
There's no hope left anymore
I guess I'm just not brave

So I crawl down futher
And shove it all down deep inside
I'm someone I don't recognize
But still I let it slide.

I'm gagging on these words now
Everything I don't know how to say
And I'd run away from all of this
But I can't seem to find a way

So swallow it a little more
And cover it with a fake smile
Put on shoes that don't fit me
And try to run the mile