i sit here

with an empty phone

and a burned out candle

on the floor of my parent's house

with an escape here in mind 

and suddenly it's clear

i've got to get out

because i can't hear mirrorball

with its soft guitar riffs

and not be taken back

to the last time i was happy

sitting on the hot concrete

with kendyl and phillip

in the heat of the summer

it was the eye of the storm

a serene calm 

before the storm 

swept us away

i wish

the storm

had never came

what would have happened

had the storm not come