An organised mess

I've been laying here

I've been laying here, 

don't worry, 

exactly where you left me. 

I am still exactly the same, 

I did make a feeble attempt at racing time, 

an embarrassing attempt at capturing my future, 

but how did I expect to be successful? 

When I didn't even know what I was chasing. 

Just one more taste of you,

maybe, 

I am made up of you, 

my lungs are missing the burn. 

I'm still laying here, 

surrounded by my four bedroom walls, 

I gave up on trying to reach out, 

no one ever calls. 

I remember when I was beyond limits, up so high, 

higher than ever before, 

but the higher the climb,

the higher the fall. 

I've been laying here, 

I have no words left to say, 

drowning in emptiness 

I lost myself, 

I lost my sane. 

I remember when I used to be a dreamer, 

I remember,

I did used to smile, 

but all my goals have gone, 

and I haven't smiled for a while. 

Just one more taste of you,

maybe, 

I don't know who I am,

and just one more taste of you,

maybe i'll remember,

one more taste of you,

helps me to forget, 

I'm trapped. 

I'm still laying here,

don't worry,

I haven't moved.

I know these four walls all too well, 

and as life passes me by, 

the smoke yellows the white. 

I do not want anyone to help,

I used to be up so high,

but I haven't been up there, 

in such a long time. 

Just one taste of you, 

will fill me with what I don't have, 

I don't have something to make me laugh,

I don't have someone to make me smile, 

one more taste of you,

maybe, 

the pain will go away,

one more taste of you,

maybe, 

the taste will stay, 

and linger in my mouth until it suffocates itself.