Finding myself? What a statement.
Its stupid.
You can’t find something
that lives in the space
between stars and the sky,
and only exists for a guy
whose darkly not shy.
I watch the time fly,
thinking how I’m hiding everything
slyly as you walk by.
I let out a sigh
because once again you’re high.
Forget me when I die,
but as you can see,
you can’t find something
that barely exists.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 3:15 PM UTC
Finding myself? What a statement.
Its stupid.
You can’t find something
that lives in the space
between stars and the sky,
and only exists for a guy
whose darkly not shy.
I watch the time fly,
thinking how I’m hiding everything
slyly as you walk by.
I let out a sigh
because once again you’re high.
Forget me when I die,
but as you can see,
you can’t find something
that barely exists.
