funny cause i don't feel too bad
maybe it's the lack of ambition
days turn into locked doors and months turn into keys
pick a low number and guess the answer
just a dancer in the dark
looking forward to sleep
letting yourself work through seven days a week
where are you resting your eyes?
gazes don't matter when they're fixed on stares
my hands are tired of lying
and i've never owned better ones
so i guess i'm stuck with you
sorry i'm so young
i can't be with you
we'll both get easier to take with age
grain of salt
things i didn't know
treat me like this
and i will always go

lie to your heart
alone
you're better at it than you know
("sorry for my dreams
i just didn't know
how long you could wait
doesn't matter now"
)



(italics by onelinedrawing)
what we've went through
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