My Spotify is on a you kick
I’ll be disappointed if this is instrumental
I am disappointed
That’s never a surprise
Apparently it’s you-strumental right now
I wish I could get a master list of everything you’ve written and just get all of it
Because there’s something redeemable about you
In my mind anyways
Oh yeah I’ll say
No, nevermind
Pensive silence
Waiting for the cry of the guitar
Because your passion drips from the cords
I don’t have any bridges to burn
Burned them all
I wish I could learn what is redeemable about you
But my mind just makes itself up, you see
I’m always the bad news
Always
Wouldn’t it be nice to live in a world where I could just walk up to you
I don’t even think I want to look for love anymore
Even though the melody is everywhere
Looked for so long
Just to turn up empty
Yes, it is I, Astoria through and through
Still composing
Into nothing
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