Life is a game of telephone my messages mingle in my throat the translation is lost some where between my lips it twists
when I mean I love you it comes up meekly as hello when I mean do you want to get coffee it comes up as you look nice today
Miscommunication led to friendship games of telephone go on I sit at your side through life
when I mean your my everything it comes you as best friend when I mean I can't live without you it comes out as I'll always be here for you
Year on down the road you're still unreachable right next to me every conversation a long game of telephone
Just trying a different style again. Sorry if it's weird. I really need to get these moths pretending to be butterflies out of my stomach. Love seems so unobtainable when everyone I like ends up a friend.