Recalling when loving was an expression devoted to our heartfelt connection
And now you're mistaking affection for a bandage over the bullet wound infection
Two shots from behaving transcendent
To care is to be performing
I ought to depart from this depression
This flary era of mourning
Recordings of yawning between sweet arms I was holding and knowing they're going soon and I can't hold anything down
And now you're very prepared, for someone who strikes careless, I'm very scared and
Two shots from behaving transcendent
To care is to be performing
I ought to depart from this depression
This flary era of mourning
You tell me you're not gonna leave but your bags seem packed
You tell me you're in love with me with your hands on my ass
You forget to acknowledge I exist unless I ask
The thought of you thinking of me's slowly becoming task
You tell me you're not gonna leave but your bags seem packed
You tell me you're in love with me with your hands on my ass
You forget to acknowledge I exist so I have to ask
The act of you thinking of me's slowly
Two shots from behaving transcendent
To bear the inescapable warning
I ought to depart from this depression
This era of mourning
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
