-s's.
you always come with the bad news
I always wonder if you had to
The bad news is
I never will
bereave these nights
so slow and lowly
wandering mind
learns about the things you hide
-s’s.
spent time walking
watching
memories drive by
What runs once used to be slow
the bad things used to feel good
i sit in wonder
-s's.
living isn't all that's on my mind sweet petunia brisk and gentle skies living is a sin like blue sunrise maybe I can bloom and let you decide let you divide into whatever you want and let you outlive the darkest part
-s's.
am I so soft and alone as they say that I am, in dreamland?
dream of an ugly diary, destined for the bin
seemed like a pretty thing, a life less full of sin
inhale the secret
exhale the feeling
Recalling
something quite euphoric,
and I am living for it
-s’s.
Remember me I used to Hate you Remember me I used to Play along to Stupid scripts You write to Kill me off They came true
-s’s.
whatever it is, I got to pave
many tunnels many hours
feels so sleepy, feels quite sour
I'll hand what you got in, at the
end
-s's.
-s’s.
How long do you keep pumping them out of your blood through writing,
Only for them to loiter by your veins and come right back in?