i'm a loser baby
a glance, is that too much to ask for? hugs are becoming empty, feeling lower than dirt, shifting into shadows, being lost in a whisper, failing to recognize, pealing a layer of skin. it's al the same as it goes on. walk with one, talk with one, see with two, none are fun. blah blah blah i say. i'm a loser. the sky is heavy, i don't want to stand anymore.