do I owe the world for keeping me alive
staring at the ceiling, staring up at night
twisting away at my insides
towers of disappointment, my battle cry

“I don’t know what we are”
We’re gray baby
Gray


k.g.

I always thought our paths would re-intertwine

But yours got cut short and mine is left wandering at night

Maybe it's the romanticisation of what I can no longer hope to have

The boy on the rooftop, gone too fast

There’s a barrier in my mind
While I try to cry over what you said last night
I know that it’s more than fine
So why the hell does it keep me up till light

The xans do little to pass the time
Hands shake ‘baby come back to mine’
My soul leaves your body, its time to fly
Disassociating our very lives