I wish i wrote like you
or you were here..to lay in the bed you gave me
it occupies an empty room
a full closet tho...just a sign of vanity...the social insanity...doom
I think I'm comfortable in misery
like some sort of ministry
I thought it'd be a mini series
but its season 9...and we're losing all meaning
I wish I spoke like you
focused and intentionally
I stand in the basement grow just to stay cold
just going insane casually.
You made me feel extravagantly
the first time my soul wasnt a graveyard
I wish I could clean up,be more honest...refrain from being so broken hearted
but I just cant understand whats happening to me...developing habits like I need a routine
down the rabbit hole
no concern of the future it seems
just some empty goals with dellusions of grander & gleems
and I just want to hold your hand in the aisle of some marketing scheme.
or just early morning meanderings
waking up next to you
only to lay there until late afternoon...
its been a long time since I've felt new...since Ive said what I said to you...since Ive had meaning