Half the time up on the sun of where I'm done, and I guess this was where I won and had to lose again so I could see you beside a friend of where and how I met my end, but here I go again. Of which how and when and where I'm together and far between but I'm scared, of which I fell into the obscene, and yet I'm lost in your dreams. Of which you lost something, of where I think I'm not me.
And there is why I seem so out of place, she has a name but I forgot whatserface, and why it's not okay and why it's seems like groundhog day. In hell. Which is just swell sometimes you stole my cat and gave me allergies. But everything is just as it seems.
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