Forward Progress! First Down! Go Sports!

I'm so tired

I wish i could make up all the hours I missed

Staying up talking to you

All the dreams I passed on, since my reality was more interesting

I wonder how many balloons I could fill

From all the breath that was taken

When you would enter a room

I'll have to explain to my optometrist 

That i spent so long looking at you

That i forgot to blink and dried out my contacts

I left myself exposed and open to you

Now I guess I need to scab over

And start to heal