Apr 19, 2014
It's almost 2 am and I can't say these things to you We exist on different planets and I don't think That even if I called out and tried to reach you, You would not pick up the phone I am terrified Oh what we are, What I am, What you could be. I fill the abyss you left with indie music And observation and the hope that something better will come along, But all I can smell is your Dutch perfume And see your white teeth as you laugh at someone else's joke. Such a talented girl, and you could sing so many love songs, Except you never bother To learn the words.
