they sky's not bright it's LED street lights once a week I sit in this tiny miskept room and talk about my problems for an hour or so but every other moment, they're relative. the minute you stop naming, is the moment you're free but I still say aloud when my heart is racing -my heart is racing, my palms are sweaty, my head feels dizzy, I think I'm dying- make one move and the whole thing's fucked I'm so tiny compared to space around and I dissolve into the scenery I had a dream that you hurt me, but you can't be held responsible, or even held for that matter, In a way after all that has happened I'm surprised I see comfort and familiarity and seek the constant of this room I never understood long division, cell division or car collisionsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
