Won't see you;
Can't see you
When all these aged impressions and thoughts
Come back
in waves
Of indescernable grey scale feelings
At midgnight
At a busstop
In short shorts with pockets
Full of excuses for wastes
Won't see you;
Can't see you
when the lines blured
and questions slured
out of our mouths
so pretty
so petty
"Where are you
On this frosted glas backdrop?
Where are your hands?
Can you reach out?
And point me to your lips?"
you didn't see;
you couldn't see
that I sat for hours
before mirrors
trying to place
where I'd seen my face
last
reflected reflections back to the reflection
said you love yourself
said you hate yourself
and I reflected
Fight me and I fight back
But love me and I-
Won't see you;
Can't see you
Motion sick on my way
Yeah, the terrain's too uneven
And it goes too fast,
And I don't know
Where to
What for
For whom?
Because
When all these aged impressions and thoughts
Come back
In waves
Of indescernable grey scale feelings
I get swept under
All alone
Was listening to LE SSERAFIM while revising this ofc