sticky tears
clog my colorless cheeks and
stain the corners of my eyes like
wrinkles, unnecessary
nothing really matters
why am I really crying and
why’d you leave, again?
I guess driving down the pretty highway
with the trees that shaded a
hot day in an
expired June
wasn’t enough.
and I didn’t need to read about how
you don’t want to talk to me
or how you're busy
truth is, we all have **** to do
like how i sit here and cry
and how my tears clog my colorless cheeks and
stain the corners of my eyes like
crows feet, perhaps necessary
because unlike you, they'll stick around.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
sticky tears
clog my colorless cheeks and
stain the corners of my eyes like
wrinkles, unnecessary
nothing really matters
why am I really crying and
why’d you leave, again?
I guess driving down the pretty highway
with the trees that shaded a
hot day in an
expired June
wasn’t enough.
and I didn’t need to read about how
you don’t want to talk to me
or how you're busy
truth is, we all have **** to do
like how i sit here and cry
and how my tears clog my colorless cheeks and
stain the corners of my eyes like
crows feet, perhaps necessary
because unlike you, they'll stick around.
