Looking at you from across the room
Ink mashed up my walls
Nightmares of a time awaits
Only a day away
Crinkling glass of my windowsill
The icy roads of frost
Took some time to figure out
That I am lost
Broken down starships
Were never meant fly
Tilted heads up
Looking at the skyline
Our love was never there
It was really just a dream
I want to wake up
But it’s hard to flee
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
Looking at you from across the room
Ink mashed up my walls
Nightmares of a time awaits
Only a day away
Crinkling glass of my windowsill
The icy roads of frost
Took some time to figure out
That I am lost
Broken down starships
Were never meant fly
Tilted heads up
Looking at the skyline
Our love was never there
It was really just a dream
I want to wake up
But it’s hard to flee
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