grandfather clock head

No one would even know
Have an 
Inkling, epiphany, profound thought about the interworkings of my mind, thoughts that permeate my
mind is full of deceit, lies, and
rocky relationships
Head ticking like a grandfather clock ready to explode

You 
need to find another hiding place beside my head
You.
Don’t..
Belong…
You occupy space
You take up 
Everything

You wish you knew what went on in my pretty little head
But
there’s no telling what this
pretty little girl might do
She’s
done getting kicked around
taken for
Granted all those wishes I wish you could just give up
Let it go, breathe it out, wash it away

Breathe out
You’re gone like last years 
leaves
Leave me out of all this
Allow me to take the backseat
I cannot bear to drive anymore.