the weather report

I woke up to bad news
words ripping off the roof from over my head
leaving me to boil in the heat
of what can only be described as hell
because my anger only angers you
and you won't let me speak my piece
ultimately drawing the wrong conclusions
and telling me I'm forgiven
when I was never to blame

I woke up to bad news
remembering that I was on my way back
to the cold that emanates from the town
that used to be my own personal hell
because I've run out of friends
and when I went looking for them
I only ended up with twice as many enemies
who can't remember why they hated me to begin with

I woke up to bad news
rolling over to an empty bed in a messy room
insulated by memories of miles away
when I wasn't so convinced in the existence of hell
but there I was happy with alone
because there were always other fish in the sea
and I was so good at this metaphorical fishing
that I didn't have time to realize how alone I really was

I woke up to bad news