tonight my lungs ache for eternal divorce
and all my excuses have run their course
but my frantic senses refuse to ignore
the mangled edges of the hungry dance floor
an on-and-off couple are grasping for words
deciding whether or not they want to get hurt
a boy and a girl and a tangle of limbs
i'm jealous of her, not so much of him
but i'm a kid and a coward and i'd rather not fight
because the air seems harder to breathe tonight
i can see my friendships breaking from far away
and everyone keeps asking me if i'm okay
2 comments:
this is brilliant. consider yourself acknowledged.
I agree with Annie, deep also, i don't think i'll ever fully understand what you mean in it but that's part of why i like it.
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