the ghosts of ideals haunt me
Spilled milk burnt my skin
Teaching my niece how to play pretend
This guitar taught me how to put a soundtrack to the melancholie
& they tell me to play something "upbeat"
Next time I'll tell them fuck you
This time- seclusion
went home to a place I have no memories from to watch advertisements & take baths
tell my mom I love her
But I'm not sure I know what that is
all I'm thankful for is a dog
who was naive enough to hang around me
As I've fought a war against myself
reminding me some of the world is soft
Still has teeth
if the truth comes out
We'll all be broken
been clinging to illusions
but I'll find something to make me happy
At a black friday sale ///
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