I’m reading old chats
Flipping through your photos
Reminiscing the past
Replaying intimate convos
I’m staring into the distance
Laughing over nothing
I’m dreaming up a romance
Even though the last attempt was scathing
I thought I was past this
Yet you’ve reeled me back in
It’s heady, it’s bliss
But I know it’s flitting
I’m playing with my heart
Daring you to hold it
But it’s fragile—a fact
One you’ve already proven
So I have to step back
I have to save myself
It’ll be madness on crack
If I do anything less
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 5:48 AM UTC
I’m reading old chats
Flipping through your photos
Reminiscing the past
Replaying intimate convos
I’m staring into the distance
Laughing over nothing
I’m dreaming up a romance
Even though the last attempt was scathing
I thought I was past this
Yet you’ve reeled me back in
It’s heady, it’s bliss
But I know it’s flitting
I’m playing with my heart
Daring you to hold it
But it’s fragile—a fact
One you’ve already proven
So I have to step back
I have to save myself
It’ll be madness on crack
If I do anything less
Dreams are more colorful than reality
