Shit happens
Grumbling whispering muttering
Fucking alarm took away my chance to see you before I had to wake up
But I was fucking looking for you
Which is funny because I’m fairly sure I have little control
But I found you for a moment
Always you get so salty
Don’t be mad at me or whatever for what I do during the day it’s not real.
This is just an unwelcome interruption to when I can see and feel you
Fuck off Trench this isn’t about you
I’m deleting all of his songs one by one again because I don’t feel like putting in the effort to erase him
But every time he comes on I want to break stuff.
I miss you beautiful man
Haven’t I told you over and over that it doesn’t matter what you look like I’ll find you?
The only consolation is that if I stay I can dream of you
But fuck reality
Fuck it
The in-between.
Whatever the purpose of this bullshit is.
At least I can see you for seconds sometimes.
What a fucking disappointment life is.
I miss you.
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