It's lonely on my own.

These are bad times. These are horrible times. Even though I have people to share them with, I don't have essence. Like, this summer won't be last summer. No summer will be last summer.



he's got deep eyes, but she's got a bottomless stomach
she's not trying to trip but she knows she's falling
every tear is another ocean, she's trying not to drown
but he constantly takes her breath away.

"this is the last time i'll tell you how i feel,"
these are a few touches of refinement.
"you make it so much harder to look in your eyes
now that i know it's over."

she must have forgotten how to close her eyes
because she hasn't slept in days so far.
every excuse not to talk about it gave him even more
cause she's scared of being picked apart.

"throw away the things i gave you,"
this is a new state of mind.
"i didn't want this to happen girl, but you're just
another one i'm leaving behind."



I miss you.