infatuation with damnation/deprivation in your predication. swallow empty words and dry placebos, just keep the first aid kid on hand, sun. so in love with self destruction, wishing i could think of anything but you. curse the miles between us and pray for a day the stars align in a way that our eyes meet.
wonder if i’m the best you never had, if those years haunt you like they haunt me.
wonder if green will ever be green again, if songs will start to sound like songs again.
hallelujah, sunshine, i hope to the god i stopped believing in you never shine on me again.
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