seconds minutes hours days weeks months years

I've been lost in thought
and forgot to remember
that this sentence needs finishing
so that a point can be made
and my mind can rest easily
but thinking is not doing is not easy is not simple
and I'm stuck wondering where
they've all gone

it came to my attention
that you haven't made an effort
and for the past three days
the years have turned into minutes
and the summer has snapped back into reality
only to laugh in my face at the time I'm wasting
wrapped up in my thoughts

with only weeks made of days left of being held captive
before I'm sent back to my freedom
that only results in screaming and tearing out my hair
I'm trying to make the most of whatever time I have left
but when that time left is so short
I must abandon all of my high class hopes of being a lady
and revert to my old habit of
getting fucked before getting fucked over
and you're just like the rest

with words forming bullets and claiming my life
I must put down my thoughts for the evening
so I can accomplish a good nights sleep
so that I might return to a town for the sole purpose of seeing
you play pretend
while I make believe
you'd only speak the truth