Wish you were here
even though we’ve nothing to say
Do you remember all of your words?
Or were they simultaneously so thoughtless and desperate that
you’ve no idea
what was said
at four o’clock in the morning
I cling to the idea of what we were like happiness and safety.
These are realizations, now, and the pang of longing emptiness is
It’s not you, it’s us,
and I’m still here.
ily 2 bby
Alright, actually, thanks. I’m overtired, so my emotions seem somewhat numbed, which is probably for the best.