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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