i always see you around being sad with your pretty head down plain eyes that gradually fade with your hands pressed together you're looking for a mend probably a better narrator and you keep your ghosts in a jar and fumbling with words as you speak with your imagination of skylark that you're a crumbling of a creek i dont know but your sadness is appealing in these late night streets i'm reeling it make me sing every song i know in your voice every line are now just morse before i told you that i made a mixtape from scrap of old love song with that, my thoughts spew slowly forming a torn map to place you and i long for and your daydreams they sings me to sleep at night when you take me into your realm a world of blurs and loud images of white before your voicemail take their turn to send me into nightmares consciously because you know i'd never learn you know i'd never see differently sometimes i ask myself if im enough being around with a thin laugh i question myself why i laugh a lot when it's all not me, dear god i laugh a lot that my cheek hurts and you never do it makes me feel bad that you never do it leaves me wondering if you think im not your taste you have always been the moon and i can't argue so i'll be the sun because i realized it's hard for you to say my name but i can repeat your name like a mantra each time you are the talisman that keeps me safe throughout the dark of night i was praying of being able to put my hands on your face i was triggered by lonely rainy days euphoria that it scared me it scared me too much i find the blood rushing and veins breaking apart too much i find your confused eyes too much and the tracing on your palms so cold and the scar on your elbow so beautiful and i'd hold your hands tightly when you remembers your dad's face and call you on rainy days because the storm always reminds me of pieces of your old self you were the reason my favourite songs end slower
so i spend hours on thinking just how the aegen sea could be our homes i pictured us lying in the seabed screaming our last breaths away but just me dying away because the sad look on your face is noyade to me they're killing, killing, killing me
maybe you will not love me because you'd always hear me cursing when i see you around but somehow i wish you know i'd change that if you don't like it