Your room is so warm but the place where you rest your head is so cold. It's so cold but I wanna learn how to control and unfold the layers of my one soul. And what if I let go? What if I told you every secret that you deserved to know?
Complexity from simplicity. Oh, this could be so simple. But instead I'm contrived and trying to survive while my mind is in the middle While my mind strives to take pride in the greatness of what feels so little. So non-committal. That was like your favourite word. Like how your name went from my favourite noun to my favourite verb spewing from my throat like an intoxicated slur, waiting impatiently for the day that we return to the way we once were. Yes. We were great for one another. Staying out late and sharing stories of our fate with each other. Now we're building walls of hate while throwing red ***** of paint as our cover So I sit and I wonder and I wait, wrenching hunger until my silence pulls me completely under