theres something about the lack of words that
makes goodbyes so hard. questions lingering on
your tongue, just waiting to be spat out. do you
still care? am i who you want? why not?
and theres something about autumn leaves on
the street that makes distance unbearable.
exhaling warm breath, mixing with cold air.
an instant smoker.
makes goodbyes so hard. questions lingering on
your tongue, just waiting to be spat out. do you
still care? am i who you want? why not?
and theres something about autumn leaves on
the street that makes distance unbearable.
exhaling warm breath, mixing with cold air.
an instant smoker.
