and i'm grateful for the strength of the coffee
how it stops me from shutting my eyes and handing over control
the heat how it burns past my tongue down my throat and anywhere further
and tis never cold enough and if it is it isnt hot enough
if i leave this fucking town, if i escape for just a week
i know theres a chance there will be no one waiting when i get back
cause the truth is no-one really cares
its the truth
and it makes me not want to care
seriosuly
no-one will be waiting
xo
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