| 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 |