Murky

When I try to talk to you my head grows murky. I don't want it to, but it does. This is why I stay away lately. I try to remember the good times, but the black seeps in. It makes my mind itch way too much anymore. To be better than you I have to get better. We'll see. If we talk don't hold this against me. Years can't be erased in a minute's time.