I'm Single as Shit.

No heart.
No passion.
You don't even care.
All passive.
No aggression.
Are you even there?

Your heart resides in the slums you used to call home.
They can't even see you when you cry.

Leave and come back, but why? 
Speak but say nothing.
You know this is how the cycle repeats itself.

Are willing to trade in your stability for a false hope of security?

Will this be a detour off my path onto an even darker one?

When we open up it all comes pouring out
The cries when you begin to deal with your lack of attention.
The worries that money rules the world.
Your questions of humanity.
Are you really a good girl?

In bed by the time the sun sets.
You're a stranger to the night life.
But the bourbon on the dresser starts gleaming and comes to life.

You start to relive the old days when people were crazy for you, and not crazy with you.

You scoff a little at the thought that everything is so different yet it's all the same.

I've got those same fears and feelings but it's just a different day.

He says you won't find him in the past because he doesn't live there.

Not worried over the future because you have to give yourself to the present.

But how do you train your mind to only see one thing at a time?

Unlike me, who resides in past, present, and future and feels all their woes.

I carry my vices like a bag of groceries.

And she's all over me.

When will this drought end. . . ?