dreaming dreamy dreams. last night. the night before.
time for the reconcile?
gotta talk it over first.
gotta pay to talk it over.
i see you in my most vivid hours. you are still awful. so awful indeed. i'm dying and you don't even flinch.
how come i can't wring you from my mind, slowly evaporating in the heat of the past.
get the fuck out.
no way out.
i'd rather be okay with you breathing the same air, sharing the same breath. i miss you are not the words for me.
i want to stare into you. this time i'm talking to you.
you're evil and we both know it. lucky for you i'm not afraid of anything anymore.