You ever feel like
you've made a million memories
with one that doesn't even exist anymore?
Do you ever feel like
you're losing hope?
he's running through your fingers like sand
And you want to hold his hand
Hold his hand.
but it's losening the grip.
You've felt this before
You denied it once
And twice
And foolish girl
You deny it to the third
Never enough
Not good
No good
No
Not
Bland
You are the taste of water
And he craves the warmth of whiskey
You are the air
And he smokes on sweet cigars
You are foolish
You pause and stare
At a moving screen
You're not there
You're not seventeen.
You think the whole world will stop for you
Nothing
Stops
For you
Wake up.
Universe, please, wake me up, put me to sleep.
fucking pick one.
I'm panicking in limbo's arms.
-v i v i
