I need more room for this ache. Open wound and closed mouth. Doom and gloom. Distressing dismay. Demons out to play. Blue skies gone away. Grey clouds want to stay. Where did I go? Keep wandering or get lost? Melt my mind and watch me fall through the cracks. I’d paint the pavement red. Spilling all of my blues. Peddling backwards on the road to get to you.