It hits hard

I would not be able to stand the pain the pain of becoming strangers with you again You are my favorite white t-shirt with a curry stain but I would still wear you because you run instead of bloods in my vein

I want my money back

Metaphor and Equator have nothing in common except for the ”or” in the end Being a coward and Being you has nothing in common except the fact that you both pretend

Let’s start again

Out of all the ”almosts” The one that made me ”Almost yours” is still my favorite

PERFECTION

We were waiting for the right time The right time was wasting us we were waiting at the train station for a bus