this is not about broken love, this about a broken friendship
its as if you read my thoughts...no, really it is
the glass beneath my feet isn't doing much anymore
and though i'm bleeding freely, all i can think of is how prettily pain can glitter at 1 pm on a tuesday
the sun hits my eyes just perfectly, just enough for me to have to squint
do you know what's on my mind right now? i think you do.
you're gone, though you pretend not to be...i guess it's fine...
could i just ask why? nevermind, you were never much for listening to my problems.
it was always the other way around
i wait for a red light, so i can cross
the streets are all the same here but i smile like there's something fun about walking away
i can't believe i wasted so much energy
the glass beneath my feet isn't doing much anymore
and though i'm bleeding freely, all i can think of is how prettily pain can glitter at 1 pm on a tuesday
the sun hits my eyes just perfectly, just enough for me to have to squint
do you know what's on my mind right now? i think you do.
you're gone, though you pretend not to be...i guess it's fine...
could i just ask why? nevermind, you were never much for listening to my problems.
it was always the other way around
i wait for a red light, so i can cross
the streets are all the same here but i smile like there's something fun about walking away
i can't believe i wasted so much energy