You feel alone?
Me too
You feel empty?
Me too
I know that the space between your fingers feels empty
I know that the window sill is a siren
I know, because that's how it feels
for me too
You're alone
Bullshit.
There's someone out there
That was born to love you
Someone made
To be your best friend
Someone made
To pull you from the quagmire
Of your mind
They're waiting for you
You're waiting for you.
The only thing out on the window sill
is cold wind
and bitter loneliness
It's worse there.
Because it gets better here
It doesn't seem like it.
It's slow.
Stupidly slow.
But it gets better here
and it never changes out on that ledge
It gets better.
One day,
you'll bloom
and it will be better,
little blossom
