i let my hair down for you because that's how you like it tousled in my face imitating life's chaos a chaos we cling to because we don't know any different
still telling ourselves that we crave stability but we know how the story goes seeking comfort loathing change forgetting that our comfort lies in pain
imposters we've become pawns in our own game having yet to learn that bliss only follows those who let go
enduring a new kind of angst but only for a moment then letting it pass and living to adore it