
(oh-oh-oh) Packing a sweater inside a backpack.
Prevents an overwhelming panic attack.
Watching the sunset turn pale
ensures the
relationship will fail.
The lingering tension here is honestly mid
acting like a delulu kid.
Waiting for the harsh verdict to drop
hoping the disaster will stop.
Believing the daytime brings a golden sunrise washing the sorrow from these
tired eyes. Maybe the familiar morning resets the clock removing a mental
block.
I know the new dawn offers a better chance to forget a
dying romance.
Seeing an Uber Black pull up near the gate
seals a fucked up fate.
Leaving a bitter mug on the wooden table
gives this tragedy a clear label.
The empty appts feel incredibly sus
crashing a runaway bus.
Swallowing the pills hurts like hell
ringing a distant bell.
Believing the daytime brings a golden sunrise washing the sorrow from these
tired eyes. Perhaps the glowing twilight fixes the machine
cleaning the messy scene.
I see the upcoming future holds a decent shot
to untangle a painful
knot.