I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist. I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift, pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away. My spine split from carrying us up the hill, wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill. I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe. I stoppеd CPR, after all, it's no use. The spirit was gonе, we would never come to. And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free. And you say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it. My white-knuckle dying grip, holding tight to your quiet resentment. And my friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair. Every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there. So how much sad did you think I had in me? How much tragedy? Just how low did you think I'd go before I'd self-implode? Before I'd have to go be free? You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof. You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days. And I'm just getting color back into my face, I'm just mad as hell because I loved this place for so long, had a good run. A moment of warm sun, but I'm not the one. Stitches undone, Two graves, one gun. You'll find someone.
jueves, 9 de mayo de 2024
I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist. I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift, pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away. My spine split from carrying us up the hill, wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill. I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe. I stoppеd CPR, after all, it's no use. The spirit was gonе, we would never come to. And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free. And you say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it. My white-knuckle dying grip, holding tight to your quiet resentment. And my friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair. Every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there. So how much sad did you think I had in me? How much tragedy? Just how low did you think I'd go before I'd self-implode? Before I'd have to go be free? You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof. You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days. And I'm just getting color back into my face, I'm just mad as hell because I loved this place for so long, had a good run. A moment of warm sun, but I'm not the one. Stitches undone, Two graves, one gun. You'll find someone.
