It’s been feeling like the weather last year: lots of grey and anxious fear. Who am I to suggest things change? I hope for sun but it always rains. It’s been feeling like the weather last year: lots of grey and anxious fear.
Look around at everything, the ship has sunk and so have we. Who am I to suggest things change? It’ll always fucking rain.
Why do I wake up? I’m just existing, Staring out windows that someone left open. Why do I wake up? I’m just existing, Staring out windows that someone left open.
I feel the breeze as it passes through the room, into the sheets and clothes that smell like you. I feel the breeze as it passes through the room, into the sheets and clothes that smell like you.
I’m miserable. I can’t sleep in this lonely bed. I’m miserable. I can’t sleep in this lonely bed. Sometimes it’s just too much when I’m alone.