say nothing to me, i want nothing.

[bombamerica]

i dont know where to go, im running around in circles.
i wonder if ill ever be free of this, but i realize that i wont.
im stuck, im stuck inside the outlines of your handwriting
i miss your complicated skin.
I’ve got the gravity of your voice
tucked and etched inside my dreams
and only then, do i remember
what you really meant.