Look at the dancing lights and won
remember me?
After all the fights, all the tear
Look at the dancing lights and won
sing to me?

I love these little moments
Where I feel small
But I feel like where I am is rig
It’s where I was destined to be i
A déjà vu feeling that makes me be

Why are we always so scared to sha
With a different arrangement of th
We can change our sentences
We can change the words so easily
And yet we are still too scared to

So many words scattered in my head
But when I write them down
They tend to not make sense
But isn’t that art? To be able to
Something so strange and personal–

He’s perfect
He’s nice
He’s a gentleman
So why can’t I want him?
Am I still obsessing

Sitting alone dark and cold
Grab a tissue and dab at my tears
A year has gone by and I’m still
A constant, continuous, miserable
A mindset so poisonous and I can’

I found your shirt in my room toda
And I realized the smell of you h
I listened to your favorite song
And realized I wasn’t the one who
I think you’re just too busy looki

Ever feel like there’s a presence
Like someone could be watching you
Almost like a familiar figure’s ta
I’ve felt like this for a while no
And I think I’m beginning to unde

The pressure to find a meaning for
Is simply overwhelming
This undeniable fact that no matte
It won’t change with me knowing th
But it’s hard to do anything besid

18 daydream
Such a curious life
Climbing bridges and
Getting into fights
Picking up and dropping off