“Deep ends on You”
The severity of what happened so heavily depends on how well I trust my memory, that I forgot, that daydreams, and implies, until time disappears instead of flies. Like five strings and innocence never go together, your heat melting my wax shell forever, which is why it couldn’t worked out in the end, never more than friends though my tears made me forget.
It could go one of three ways or we could stop in the moment, I was tying my shoe not accepting my fate, but still kissing the ring of hands who hit me. The way I can’t look at anyone, the windows to my soul locked shut in slumber, the broken glass from your pebble taps I’ll never recover. So take my coat, I won’t need when I fall, for you again or for nothing at all, either way I hit the ground.
-Ett