Without you everything Falls apart

One year today i flew out of New York City. One year today everything changed, again. One year today i died. One year today i gave up.

One year, and there is still that sick desperation in my laugh. But i have something under me now (other than the void.)

One time a girl was sitting up in bed late at night, and her boyfriend said “what are you looking for?” She replied “nothing i’ll ever find.”

And i spent last night in a drugged-up, teary stupor, but Andrea talked me through it. Like she always has.

i don’t have New York anymore, but what i have can outshine that majestic skyline anytime.

Yes, i want to die today. But i’ll stay alive a bit longer because there are always corners to turn.

“i’m down to just one thing, and i’m starting to scare myself.”