You've been popping up all over the place but for all my memories, where did you go?
Can't bring myself to say what you want to hear, my life is not what you had in mind. There's a part of me that feels I owe you nothing,
the part that parted
and doesn't know you. As if it all wasn't in the same breath already.
But today is just like the rest of my daze
just a cherried wick, till I'm gone in a puff of smoke.
And yeah, it's been cold enough to see my own breath. So I've started to make sure I keep a pack of friends around. But I can't tell whose breath I'm conjuring, leaving it to hang among regret and confusion
and there you are again.
A work in progress, but I don't feel like I'll change anything until I've put it up