All these years,
Everything I've known,
Which isn't a lot, granted that.
Nothing felt just right,
Just like you and me,
Tonight.
When I was young,
Trying to get it just right,
Striving for a measure of popularity,
Counting and tracking, a measure of my worth.
Nothing felt just right,
Just like you and me,
Tonight.
We'll take a cheap ride down these suburban streets,
Finding ourselves outside the rented crunch steps,
Shooting shit, Saying nonsense.
Voices echoing at the refusal to go down,
At the dying of day.
Nothing felt just right,
Just like you and me tonight.
Under the light of a thousand worlds,
A quick exchange of a thousand words.
You'll know why you keep coming back,
'Cause I can make you melt just like that.
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
