Pancakes, Drugs & Heartache.

it's complicated

Think about it
Shooting stars don't fall
So wishes never come true
And the candles on the cake is just a gimmick
So don't fall too deep
Because Love might just be another social construct
That was me last night at the pub downtown, right off the beach road.
I got hustle like a fool, leaving my dignity at shore
So No change, please no change
My piggy bank is full of remnants of your love
I can't keep leaving behind these paper trails, so no change
But the fucked up thing is , your smiles kept me warm in the summer
And I wonder Why July was so cold?
I had cracked fingers and cracked lips
My heart was in a sunken place
Yours was distance away wrapped to another's .
But the story never ends , does it?
So whether you fought or run, you did it on your own terms.