Discarded Pages

I’m writing you on a cardboard box with dulling pencil
I have no time to think about location
In my new apartment feeling lost between these temples
I’m hoping I can muster up the patience

If I could just calm my head I’d tell you where I’ve been
What I’ve seen and if I’ve learned a thing
Lately it’s all seemed so real inside my phony grin
Waiting for my chance to settle in

I said goodbye to ghosts I was once convinced were lovers
No dramatic endings or heroics
Once she was my heartbeat but now she’s joined the others
Sweet discarded pages from a poet

Whenever two days look the same I make the evening sleepless
Anything to shake away routine
Crawl inside the darkest little corners of my weakness
Lose myself in how it used to be