Staring at the ceiling
Feeling like nothing
Sticky stars that don't glow
The chipped polish on my toes
I don't know
Leaning barey breathing
Feaning to feel something
cool breeze from the window
The way my guitar echos
I don't know
Grieving never sleeping
Trying to stop sighing
But this heat is overwhelming
Where do I go can you tell me
You don't know
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Staring at the ceiling
Feeling like nothing
Sticky stars that don't glow
The chipped polish on my toes
I don't know
Leaning barey breathing
Feaning to feel something
cool breeze from the window
The way my guitar echos
I don't know
Grieving never sleeping
Trying to stop sighing
But this heat is overwhelming
Where do I go can you tell me
You don't know
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