Sleep away

I've been awake to long thinking
about nothing,
nothing which means everything to me.

I had been talking to { } almost all morning.
It's all just about nostalgia and memories,
things I've been trying to forget for a while..
The conversation turns to
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I was so distant, My head got the best of me.
Why?
How?
You know, I waited for you.
I feel like a prisoner, I can't get away from you.

I was trying to rid you from me,
you were in my bones.

Pourquoi tu voulais te degager de moi?

Je ne voulais jamais vous degager,
mais il faut comprendre que je voulais me degager
de ma vie.

I never wanted to get away from you,
but you have to understand I wanted to get away from
my life.

There's just certain things
people
memories
times
moments
feelings
that I will never be able to rid from my bones,
that I'll never be able to get from under my skin.
It's like that scab you shouldn't have picked
but you did anyway, so it never healed properly,
you're scared for life.

I never wanted to be a scar across your heart,
I'm sorry.