In a simple use of words:
What the hell are we doing.
You questioned why and how I keep sticking around.
Lips sealed, mind blank.
When you find that out, let me know.
Last night I couldn't hold in. I got it dark and faked it. But one am in the car and that light that stayed red for 13 minutes and I was content in no movement. A shaped heart through time hoping for change but suppose all's the same,
a reoccurring nightmare I knew to well.
I'm in love with what's bad for me.
