Souvenir

Caught thinking of the right thing to do In and out Of consciousness and boiling over you Just the thought Of falling on the face of moving forward Brings the breeze I needed to a halt Stuck suffocating, thinking it all through Spiral out in solitude I could be your seasonal depression Your personal question The souvenir stuffed deep in your drawer All your consequences Addled, apprehensive I am the evil scratching at your door Busy fabricating my fortitude The rabbit hole Going deeper down than I thought it could Struggle to slow Down my brain from catching fire in all directions Thanks for asking but my skin just needs to soak In the shadows, under shelter, far from truth On the wrong side of resolute I could be your seasonal depression Your personal question The souvenir stuffed deep in your drawer All your consequences Addled, apprehensive I am the evil scratching at your door Every good intention Scrutinized and spread thin The souvenir stuffed deep in your drawer All the hesitation Your anchor in the ocean The honourable mention at your door I'm still the evil scratching at your door Coming home to find you on the floor