i remember how the dust moved
it never settles while i watch
like the kettle never boils
like the future is uncertain
but
the dust it still collects
on every surface we neglect and i
am wondering of us
if it's the same, if it is different
try to find a way outside
try to find "away from here",
try to find a way, to this day your name stil hurts my
tongue but i will say it
i carved your face into
the back of my eyes, now i can't find sleep
i'm so angry so often
how long am i allowed
to keep dwelling on the past before
i need to come around
i know
i need to come around
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 10:48 AM UTC
i remember how the dust moved
it never settles while i watch
like the kettle never boils
like the future is uncertain
but
the dust it still collects
on every surface we neglect and i
am wondering of us
if it's the same, if it is different
try to find a way outside
try to find "away from here",
try to find a way, to this day your name stil hurts my
tongue but i will say it
i carved your face into
the back of my eyes, now i can't find sleep
i'm so angry so often
how long am i allowed
to keep dwelling on the past before
i need to come around
i know
i need to come around
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