this story’s old but it goes on and on until we disappear.
—jesse lacey.
this story’s old but it goes on and on until we disappear.
and… regrettably, i end up using the word ‘destiny’.
i will wait, i will wait for you.
and fuck you for not having the strength in your heart to pull through.
i feel like when i bend over backwards for you, all you do is laugh… cause that ain’t good enough, you expect me to fold myself in half ‘til i snap.
what if i lost everything? would you want me if i was a failure?
i can’t take anymore of this. i want to come apart.
it’s been awhile since i’ve seen the way the candles light your face, and it’s been awhile but i can still remember just the way you taste.
‘cause when i fly solo, i fly so high.
this means there isn’t a place in my life for you or someone like you. is it sad? sure. but it’s a sadness i chose.