i’m not really ready and so i am preparing to learn how to hate you.
i day-dream maybe,
less visuals, more fantasising,
my mum asks me to come over,
just to help out with the housework,
and i will, on the condition that she picks me up and drives me over,
and i don’t mind being paid by not having to pay when i should,
to skip the two dollar bus fare,
or the ten dollar taxi,
let another control where i go, for free.
i’m not really ready and so i’m a little turned-off lately.
i hope you never notice,
and funnily enough,
i don’t think you will,
despite usually claiming the opposite,
you ignore what discomforts you i think,
well, so do i, so do i,
we are still the same,
i wouldn’t think i’m above you,
just further to the left, further ahead,
this journey, this life,
still runs slow for us all.
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 4:58 AM UTC
i’m not really ready and so i am preparing to learn how to hate you.
i day-dream maybe,
less visuals, more fantasising,
my mum asks me to come over,
just to help out with the housework,
and i will, on the condition that she picks me up and drives me over,
and i don’t mind being paid by not having to pay when i should,
to skip the two dollar bus fare,
or the ten dollar taxi,
let another control where i go, for free.
i’m not really ready and so i’m a little turned-off lately.
i hope you never notice,
and funnily enough,
i don’t think you will,
despite usually claiming the opposite,
you ignore what discomforts you i think,
well, so do i, so do i,
we are still the same,
i wouldn’t think i’m above you,
just further to the left, further ahead,
this journey, this life,
still runs slow for us all.
moving out and the volatile nature of people
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