through Death Cab for Cutie songs and September air
I want to tell someone it's not fair, but
should it even be me?
I open my phone to discover
if there was a day to cry about it, today's the day
but the tears do nothing but evade
I curse them for stumbling upon me during homework
I hate making this about myself, because it isn't
but I just can't stop thinking of all those dreams we had
crossing our fingers, it couldn't be that bad
something always escapes
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