17/08/24
Only four months
And then what? I’m free? You don’t have to pay for me anymore? You already don’t.
I’m really sad about us
I really love your name but I couldn’t name my son that because I won’t have one
I’m too scared of being a disappointment of a parent
It’s a really pretty name but it’s yours now. And I can never use it because you’d think I was honouring you
This is the least that I can do
You know I’m bad at calling you
So this one, this one makes two
I write another song
It wasn’t about you
It was about everything you’re not
Everything I want
And giving up
I’m too predictable and I’m getting lonely
Screaming infidelities and taking it’s wear
Isn’t it great that I already have a million mixtapes for when I inevitably get my heart broken?
I think we’re all misunderstood. That’s what makes us human. We’re all the same but we refuse to see that cause we need to be something better than human
Because what is human?
We can’t all be the same
The broken hearted can’t be the same as the one who broke it
I’m not the same as you
I’m what you should be.
You had everything I didn’t and you took it for granted and that’s why you’re like this. I bet it’ll take you twenty years and a shrink to realise that
Good luck to your wife
If you don’t want to say anything at all, I’m happy wondering
I hope you’ll find me and kiss me like you mean it
Run through the rain for me, throw pebbles at the window panes and make me feel worthy of John Hughes and love (which in my mind seem to be painfully intertwined)
I have lost myself again, as I always do
The owls are not what they seem
Love as always
Yours,
Miss misery
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