just some scattered reasoning
for not speaking in so long
when i get high
my mouth shuts,
so my brain can run wild
i dont know if things happen for a reason
or if its all just coincidence
someone just close enough to touch
passes and then i hear some music about
what does god really mean?
when he cant do anything for me
its fucking upsetting
and it doesnt help when we vibe over hating our lives
it just further distances me from maybe
theres a reason im still living
im going to run out of things to say to you
i dont want to open up
its probably too late
through everything i said theres a detachment
and i wonder if you get it
more so now as you said you wished you were dead
i get that part
but we never connected
not like you imagined
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