they're not running because they've got somewhere to go
they're running because they're fucking terrified.
you messed up my heart and caused the sky to unfold,
and then you stopped talking to me.
their memories have been compromised,
and now it reeks of broken hearts and dusty fingerprints.
i learnt something yesterday: people are never there when you need them.
it's a love that can't be,
yet im still hinting about who im daydreaming about.
it's not a secret admirer; it's complicated..
you're sometimes sorry, sometimes there, and always tired.
i guess this is what you get when you mix swear words with counting.
how do you tell someone youre falling in love?
in shades of sadness?
it's been a long time coming.
just drop it.
i know deep down you've still got a heart.