Letter To Myself

I get lost behind the plot And I'm skinny with regret And I barely breathe enough And I'm swimming in the thoughts That I haven't got to yet And I crane to rise above I know you're waiting for me I know you'll still be there I get weakened with the weight And I'm riddled with remorse And I spin, but not the rooms And I'm shamed to have to state That I'm bottled at the source And I sputter on the fumes I know you're waiting for me I know you'll still be there I know you're waiting for me I know you'll still be there My mind is mute My nerves are numb But still I know you're waiting for me I know you'll still be there I know you're waiting for me I know you'll still be there