Waiting for the Valium to Bind

Your indifference sets off the panic, knowing you can't help us either. "I wish you would've lied"; its just my way of adding another level of grime, because I didn't think you had enough trouble seeing clearly. Sick of stupidity. My tools don't work, they're over used, rusted and coroded. This mind can't untangle any more chaos. Burning every last connection trying, borrowing against a heavy heart and a credit line of prayer.