I wish I could cry
For hours like before
But the wells dried up
The illusion that you’d wait
Is there no more.
I’ve died a thousand deaths tonight
My body is still
But trembling
I feel cold in my own skin
If I could just get a fucking sweater
It’s funny that I saw that funeral showroom
I feel like I’ve been window shopping outside
this whole time
I’d really like to sleep now
The sun is clawing it’s way over the fading night sky
This feeling doesn’t go away
She takes me back in waves
Ahhhh there are the tears
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