think. think of anything. anything else. the mantra of late. late nights when it hits hard and the day's distractions are no longer there to cover up and blur the dischord building inside. the music in the car turned up to the point where it hurts your ears, like pressing on an open wound, hurting it to make it stop hurting. eyes out of focus holding on for dear life.
I can't solve the problems of this world, It's breaking my brain in two...
Lately I can see you're scared Cause we're growing up
Maybe if you changed your hair
You'd be good enough
Kids I used to know that died Now they're not around
I wonder what they think of life
When they're looking down
1 comment:
your anxiety comes out so lovely.
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