I'm wasted on the table
Hoping you could hold me
So that i
Can help myself to bed

I'm high and feeling cluttered
Don't waste no time to hasten
So that i
Can go up in the morning

Don't you feel the same?
All the lights they felt ashamed
For putting us on spotlight
Those humming ain't for us, right?

I can feel you trembling
From the pain torn in our mourning
From the past that should've belonged to you
From the future taken away
And the guts spilled on the table

The table I'm wasted on

If you're not the fighting type
Don't put our hearts in the line

I love the QWERTY key adjacency.
When mistakes happen by proximity.

I mean to take you for a RIDE not put you the SIDE. By the way it's new YEARS not new TEARS so let's find the ROOT of our problems and not FOOT the pedal too much. I don't mean to get COLD i just wanna be BOLD for my statement. And i am not FOLDINg on you, in fact i always FIND us FONDLy attached.

But unlike the typos, with you i mean what i mean when i say i LOVE you and there's no typo for LOVE except for us to LIVE happily together. :))

I've got an online bestfriend
None of our circle and family intersects
So i know for sure when he dies i won't even know that that day is his funeral

Or could be the other way 'round

It's called "falling in love" 'cause it really feels like falling

Too young to change
Too old to stay the same

I rarely talked about love
Because the word "love" in a sentence is really sentencing by itself.