Suddenly the subway isn’t imaginary
You’re starting to understand me.
I put your muted words in a safe place
One I won’t speak of to anyone else.
Even I don’t know where
As long as I never lose them.
I’ll keep dying my hair while you die for the music
And when the time comes, I’ll ask
Is this the feeling in which we’ve been searching?
I don’t even know your star sign. But sure.
You’ll reply.
You make me feel less alone
You keep me getting on the train.
Speeding back to argue with you
To put you in your place.
Say my name as a goodbye
After ghostly anecdotes.
Dumb analogy’s
That have me bringing my knees to my chin.
Hugging myself, imagining it’s you
But you’re not imaginary.
Space boy.
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 7:41 AM UTC
Suddenly the subway isn’t imaginary
You’re starting to understand me.
I put your muted words in a safe place
One I won’t speak of to anyone else.
Even I don’t know where
As long as I never lose them.
I’ll keep dying my hair while you die for the music
And when the time comes, I’ll ask
Is this the feeling in which we’ve been searching?
I don’t even know your star sign. But sure.
You’ll reply.
You make me feel less alone
You keep me getting on the train.
Speeding back to argue with you
To put you in your place.
Say my name as a goodbye
After ghostly anecdotes.
Dumb analogy’s
That have me bringing my knees to my chin.
Hugging myself, imagining it’s you
But you’re not imaginary.
Space boy.
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