panicstricken

I’ve got a second chance at life. I’m not retracting my old tracks. I’m never going back. To the locked doors and the blinding lights and the uncertainty of whether or not it will be a good or bad day. I never want to wonder what life would be like without me in it, because I’m alive. I’ve taken what I’ve learned with me, it’s all I know, and I’ll been kickin’ my old shit out the front fucking door. Because I don’t need it anymore. I’m taking steps forward one foot at a time, making sure not to fall. And it will be the last trip of my life. Reaching up while the ship sinks to the bottom of this dead ocean. A thousand stars couldn’t shine through everything we’ve been through, in this world that has no ending. I’m never going back to locked doors. I’m never going back to blinding lights.