(no subject)
I don't want to talk about it
I don't think you'd understand
How things can get so fucked up
With such good intentions
If roofs turn to sky
Held by the gravitiy of nothing
An ironic
And literal making of a bed
You can walk away
But there is a reason to stay
They make bad jokes
Its okay not to laugh
For every push forward
Feels like you get the same fuckin push back
When you had nowhere to go
You found someplace
Now with nothing to say
You start lying
What the fuck was I thinking?
Now wiht all the lines so blurred between hate, love, and revenge these are just dead feelings.
I don't think you'd understand
How things can get so fucked up
With such good intentions
If roofs turn to sky
Held by the gravitiy of nothing
An ironic
And literal making of a bed
You can walk away
But there is a reason to stay
They make bad jokes
Its okay not to laugh
For every push forward
Feels like you get the same fuckin push back
When you had nowhere to go
You found someplace
Now with nothing to say
You start lying
What the fuck was I thinking?
Now wiht all the lines so blurred between hate, love, and revenge these are just dead feelings.