A Saturday afternoon 3:40pm
It's already mapped out between the two. Every passing day there is slight short movements towards an unavoidable downfall. I don't expect greatness from you. To be completely honest with you. I think I'd be completely over you.
It'll be mutual. It'll be for the best. That much is the truth.
You just seem to drown in every person that shows you a flash of love. A moth to a flame and a bee to that sweetness. It's all mapped out yet you're still lost-
unfinished.
»
