Like having casual tea with a casualty, you’re boring me to death. Can you stop wasting air talking of your last breath?
While heartlessly seeming, while your heart’s still beating you should put your pulse to use For each song cannot function without a beating heart And a beautiful one we’d lose
Do you want to have your sheet music buried under sheets, never to be seen nor heard nor felt or even worth caring?
Let beauty flow through sorrowed songs, with every breath you take don’t bore us all to tears with such a fatal mistake.. If life you take..
The first line came to me at work, and then slowly the rest just fell into place. Written about two summers ago.