Tuesday, January 21, 2020
(I didn’t want to be good, I just wanted to be here.)
So you touch the star that only you can touch and cause the fuss that only you can cause.
(I am making things that don’t need to be made, to be sold to people that don’t need to be sold anything, anymore.)
And If you hold me I swear, I won’t shake too bad, I’ll try and be a little more calm.
(But I’m burning inside, just like the sky.)
What’s good, isn’t great, and who are you pretending to miss tonight?
(There’s no one and nothing left to cry about, so why don’t you go ahead and cry a little more about yourself.)
Written by Me at 11:29 PM