Juvenile trash kit
Rock smashing sneakers kicks
Because being with you doesn’t make sense
Praying while confused honey yeah I’m so tense
Others I’ve seen couldn’t keep up but you can
Still you’re going and nothing stands sure
Is anything in Earth pure?
Disappointed while scrolling
Air in every action
She snatched up satisfaction
Breaking flowers apart
She says pretend it’s your heart
And I’ll get over this soon
Purify my heart locked in my bedroom for a while.
Oh it’s just rain, it’s just pain you know it gets cloudy, feelings stand up proudly to be humbled, plans crumble
Get stronger, go on and mumble to yourself, better than mumbling in bed with tears tumbling down hills of expectations.