Why?
Why then?
Why then did you choose?
Why then did you choose to kiss me?

She's wearing my jeans,
Whilst I wear her hands on my neck.
18, and emotionally drunk.
Is it cheesy to say I don't want this night to end?

People don't know
About the love affair with my thoughts.
We're just like every other couple.
We fight into the night
And poison each other with doubt,
We imprison each other in knotted sheets
And hope the other
Will someday
Get too
Tired

Why was I not enough for you?
Why was I not enough?
Why was I?
Why?

I hate you for leaving. I hate me for believing.

Overthink
I always overthink
My thoughts like permanent ink
One thought
Next to another
All my little rambles
And my annoying little stutters

Dark like my soul
Rainbow like my heart
These colours tell a tale
That has no end or start