Every time
I look inward
I only see the little keychain
that dangled off the radiator when
the vacuum was on.
Whenever I
look forward
All I see is a swirling pond
and I don't know which wave
to follow
Every time I look at you
I feel remorse
for the promises I wish I could keep
Ad I feel myself drifting
I feel myself sliding.
Falling.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
Every time
I look inward
I only see the little keychain
that dangled off the radiator when
the vacuum was on.
Whenever I
look forward
All I see is a swirling pond
and I don't know which wave
to follow
Every time I look at you
I feel remorse
for the promises I wish I could keep
Ad I feel myself drifting
I feel myself sliding.
Falling.
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