I want my dreads back.
Just took them all out, and don’t know how I feel about having my normal hair back again.
Hope I don’t regret it.
Reminiscing only leads to me drinking.
Drinking only gets me thinking.
Can’t seem to get you out of head.
Tonight I’m going sleepless again.
Insomnia seems to be my only friend.
The bottle I know so well is empty again.
My head is foggy with thoughts of our end.
Tonight i’ll try not to think about thinking.
That the world is ugly,
But you’re beautiful to me.
Are you thinking of me now?