Ignoring keys and success
Pretending I’m doing best
Things will never change
Editing slaps to thinking
Maybe I confess
I’ve been ignoring keys to success.
/
It’s all your fault
I rather sleep in
Worn down by myself
Convenient to rest
Ignoring pain my chest
Keys dropped on purpose
Sunglasses worn against bright light bulbs above
Maybe I confess.
/
Colder than I’ve ever expected
Maybe I’m too
Too disconnected from having keys
Turning them the wrong way I can’t enter
Lie and say I’m doing my best out here.
