March Video (MV)

Every time I come home
I get sad, how f*cked is that
I feel like I'm on drugs sitting at the river's edge
Even though I'm completely sober
I forgot what the month of March felt like
It felt like
A weight on my shoulders
While I'm getting older
And still getting over
The avoidance in the mornings
The stale smell of cigarettes
Down the hallway, turn the corner
You're bleeding and the fault was mine
I saw you, in the bedroom
Stuck the needle in your own eye
Remember what March felt like
Every time I come home
I'm reminded of the temporary nature of this life
That we're living just to die
I feel like time moves faster everyday
Caught in the monotonous way it all bleeds together
I forgot what I did last night
I wrote down all my feelings
And stared at the ceiling, attempting to get over
The pain from the lying
Embarrassed to be crying at our shitty Valentines dinner
Its been three months now, of feeling like a fool
Remembering what March was about
Quick recall
Slow to forget it all
Perpetuate the cycle
Perpetuate my own doubts
Alone and avoidant
In my head at the river's edge
Every time I come home to clear my head
It all resurfaces