Poetry by Taylor

While making positive change
It still feels like giving up
Giving up parts of me I’ve been known for

Ive lost the drunken confidence
Ive lost the late night calls
Ive lost the spontaneity of writing
and of writing on the walls

I no longer feel easy
I feel everything a chore
Waking up is easier
But just such a bore

Ive given up on holidays
I spent it all on booze
Ive given up on the love
I always seem to lose

I gave up on my innocence
While earning back what i lost
I gave up on my phone
And everything that it cost