a song
your ghost haunts me still,
at night, morning and at every windowsill.
i bewail these thoughts and emotions
yet if it weren't for them.
a gray-ass dull of a life,
a boat in a lake too small to row,
a bike ride in a hot humid disgusting summer day.
joyless.
i remember that time we bought a vintage toy gun that blew soap bubbles.
we played with it all afternoon, far from both of our houses,
in a empty parking lot we loved it and we loved each other;
right as sunset kissed the flying bubbles, the toy gun broke.
joyful to a breaking point.
that was us.
smiles and laughter
even when faced with scary futures
you are all i need.
you are all i want.
you are all i lost.
yet if it weren't for you.
a gray-ass dull of a life,
a boat in a lake too small to row,
a bike ride in a hot humid disgusting summer day.
at night, morning and at every windowsill.
i bewail these thoughts and emotions
yet if it weren't for them.
a gray-ass dull of a life,
a boat in a lake too small to row,
a bike ride in a hot humid disgusting summer day.
joyless.
i remember that time we bought a vintage toy gun that blew soap bubbles.
we played with it all afternoon, far from both of our houses,
in a empty parking lot we loved it and we loved each other;
right as sunset kissed the flying bubbles, the toy gun broke.
joyful to a breaking point.
that was us.
smiles and laughter
even when faced with scary futures
you are all i need.
you are all i want.
you are all i lost.
yet if it weren't for you.
a gray-ass dull of a life,
a boat in a lake too small to row,
a bike ride in a hot humid disgusting summer day.
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