Do you ever think of me, as I think of you?
As an oasis reached too fast?
An ilusion broken too soon?
Do you ever think of us, as I do?
As a vain promise?
An awful distraction?
Do you ever look back?
And discover all lies?
All hangover?
Do you ever realize?
Do you ever realize?
That us was nothing more
Than trying to be better,
But actually being worse?
Lights usually dim, honey,
But ours blacked out
Even before lighting up.
Do you ever think of me, as I think of you?
As an oasis reached to fast?
An ilusion broken too soon?
You know how when you’re in a car and it’s pouring down rain, you go under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful. Then you finally get from under the bridge, and everything hits you a litter harder than before.
You were my bridge.
Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops
being passively suicidal is so wild bc sometimes ill say shit like “i kinda want to die today” the same exact way i would say “i kinda want mcdonalds today” like. wow.
