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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