You've got convictions,
mumble poems to yourself,
lost at your front door.
You sip cigarettes
just like how your ex used to,
long and ferocious.
Still wearing his clothes,
but wearing the next guys shirt,
your heart on your sleeve.
It's all for non-sense,
we're all nihilists these days.
We all lack beliefs.
You have convictions;
a speech only you can hear.
Foot steps on concrete.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
You've got convictions,
mumble poems to yourself,
lost at your front door.
You sip cigarettes
just like how your ex used to,
long and ferocious.
Still wearing his clothes,
but wearing the next guys shirt,
your heart on your sleeve.
It's all for non-sense,
we're all nihilists these days.
We all lack beliefs.
You have convictions;
a speech only you can hear.
Foot steps on concrete.
