dropkicking words

I had all the words bundled up in my arms but I just dropped them, and I don't have the energy to gather them up again. Don't care to do much else but wait for the words you will offer me. Thats where my happiness lay. It isn't supposed to be this way.

It's always late at night ... when I'm moments from running away. I made a mistake when I inked my fathers name on my back....where one could only see it as I depart. I had put it there to remind myself who I am....and who not to be. I guess that ink didn't seep into my bloodstream because it's still my father's untainted blood running through my veins ... which I can do nothing about in the end.

I'd like to meet him now to see if he's learned from his mistakes. All I need is a handful of minutes. I don't even want to sit down - we can just stand in the doorway. ... I know I won't care what he says because nothing will help me now. I should go and look for those words and kick them deep in the corners ... out of sight.