yes, my standards are high and my pace is quick
they think i'm jumping to conclusions
while i back away from the door that wasn't really mine to open.
or look inside myself and honor that things are not right here
look down the pike and see a role i'm not truly meant to play.
nostalgia is a seductive liar
i find,
no matter how fluffy I make the memories
they are inseparable from an inevitable pain
the body's attempt at a reality check
don't forget what really happened.
sure, i'll get *****
but not from you dragging me through the mud.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
yes, my standards are high and my pace is quick
they think i'm jumping to conclusions
while i back away from the door that wasn't really mine to open.
or look inside myself and honor that things are not right here
look down the pike and see a role i'm not truly meant to play.
nostalgia is a seductive liar
i find,
no matter how fluffy I make the memories
they are inseparable from an inevitable pain
the body's attempt at a reality check
don't forget what really happened.
sure, i'll get *****
but not from you dragging me through the mud.
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