on & i was here

four & there was the room

six & i was in her arms... eight & she began to fade

eleven & i fucked up... sixteen & i was blind

sixteen & i knew you

eighteen & i was sucked dry

nineteen & i knew you again... twenty & you're gone

everyone has a purpose, mine is to wander for a fucking piece of comfort
& yet i have the plasters, i know it doesnt hurt. but you may need it