Chris Gureski

I don’t mind
If you try to like
Who we are at night,
We can’t hide our lies
When we try to find
Why we’re mean and kind.

It's no use to run 
It’s who we all become 
Just a stick in the mud 
Left to rot in the 
Hands that try to hold you 
From taking anymore 

Tides reside where 
Lightning lights
All the clouds that shine
Those pink-grey signs
That say leave your mind
You don’t need to try so hard.

It's no use to run 
It’s who we all become, 
Just a stick in the mud, 
Left to rot in the 
Hands that try to hold you 
From taking anymore 

Days have gone
And turned to dirt
Bail out once it hurts
Just aim for all your worth

Is this just a repeat?
Pry my eyes off and see
Everything inbetween.

It’s no use to run, 
It’s who we all become, 
Just a stick in the mud, 
Left to rot in the 
Hands that try to hold you 
From taking anymore.