| 10:47p |
It keeps me warm to know you're not content.
Don't tell me I was a mistake and you regret every choice we made. And think of nothing every time you hear my name. And if you don't, bow your head and feel ashamed. When our eyes last met, I knew that you were not okay, but nothing matters when you're surfing on these vibes. I have these thoughts of holding hands with you another day. There is no cure, there is no cure for the sickness that you bring, with what you bring. |