Of course it has to stay but I’ll have to stay in silence and pretend I can’t hear it

Maybe he’s going backwards after all

I shouldn’t muddy this

The cries of a baby who misses his mother.

From the top to the bottom

Then lose control

Doesn’t suggestion suggest someone suggesting?

Suddenly sour sounds in a simple station

Oh my god you lose control

Oh no

Oh no

Trenchparkley

Parkley is a cool name let’s keep that

Meaningless repetition

No signs here

I woke up at some point with a song playing in my head and in my sleeping

I should write this down and send it to him

Whoever

Whatever

My brain is smart even in sleeping it scoffs and says

You’ll what, write the music down?

I can’t

And I go back to sleep.

How many more years before someone realises there are degrees of me too?

Every day I scream at myself because there’s no one else

I wish I had a car because I’d leave and drive off of a cliff

No one to tell me to slow down but I know that it wouldn’t matter

I don’t remember

And you’re already already gone and I lose when you lose so I win never again

What I want isn’t a word that could be answered

Cherished desires

I wish

It’s still bullshit

Why are you breaking the sound?

Because you took it too far.

Move on and slow down where there’s no right and no left

Except those left behind

I couldn’t tell you why I woke up missing you or why

He scares me

I lose

I’m wrong

I’m not halfway right.

Good day sir.

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