I don't know what it is.
My jaw is falling apart and my eyelids are sticking.
I can't put my finger on it.
I'm twisted inside and the gears don't seem to be clicking.
Call it empty happiness,
There's no escape from cracked eggs and disgusted faces.
Perfect moment with pauses,
Chattering veins accelerated at dumb paces.
I can't make up my mind,
I thought I ran out of time?
Am I the angel or the ex?
Your blessed fate or the regrets?
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And your always talkin about me makeing a few words say alot.
Its great, I prbly read it like 4-5 times tryin to figrure out how to compliment you on it (not in a bad way like "theres nothing good" just like the right words to use...)
but it was really good, its really relateable since we all sorta get nito that ocnfused on wat feel and wat rode of action to take....
"Call it empty happiness,
There's no escape from cracked eggs and disgusted faces."
This reached to me. I understood it with my whole mind. I can relate.
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