and we’re both prone to misery
but you still get drunk and want to hang out with me
and i’m at my best when i’m sleeping alone
its funny how time stops and starts on its own
i came here alone and i plan to leave that way
but i still find comfort in all the things you say
Is it just a bad night or am I getting bad again?
- There must be a word for it, maybe in German, for what happens when you cry while wearing glasses.
something about an abundance of freckles and never realizing when i’m biting my lip, something about my hair never being long enough and feeling like my feet aren’t exactly on flat ground.
And so we quote and quote and quote and quote scientists and authors and painters and musicians and historians, until we are disgusted by it, and then forget we can create our own words, concepts and ideas as well.
hello, and welcome to my friday night. someone get the popcorn ready.
Why’d you wait for the summer to chew and spit me out?
I sit awake and wait impatiently.
The same mistakes are waiting to be made.