Running Into Walls

you made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful i cant fucking breathe

your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man

50 yards into the woods and brush It got so thick that it looked like dusk The air stood serene, sober It seemed like a good 15 degrees colder And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear The sound of my heart beat was all I could hear Looking at the snow it was plain and clear There was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared I can't process, I don't follow It would be easier to believe that you were swallowed With no sign of death, no sign of struggle No signs of blood, no signs of trouble And the wolves never stopped The tracks kept going and I took off So I don't know how your story ends But I know I'll never go into those woods again