Celastrus Arbre, Might Have Been
I don’t what it was, I expected worse from this Sometimes not enough, you seem a little off to me. A little bit of happiness, together with our loneliness We settle for another time again.
It is what it is, I simply don’t exist, just floating through my days without a care, so let me carry on, its taken me this long to pacify and to make another week
This perfumed air becomes, smokey afterthoughts in love. Ghosts of arguments, lingering consequences speak. You never had an honest touch, brushing off that i cared too much We’re moving on, to find another home.
And it is what it is, I simply don’t exist, these silences must last another day, so let me carry on~ its taken us this long to realise a silly game we play,
It’s just an honest mistake, yes it is.