Shares

Why can't we just focus ourselves I'm a skeptic of a faded smile I know you're traveling for miles and miles But I'm still here on the bench Why don't we hesitate ourselves No longer yearning, burning, or Sharing No longer birthing or caring Day after day in the same old stance taking the same old chances The clock still ticks every once in a blue moon But there's no goodbyes There's no affirmative sighs There's the question I've been waiting for all my life Suddenly it doesn't matter anymore Lies, pressing down the substance Holding back and touching back prints of my Polaroid And then it hits me I'm still getting used to the habit Too little time like milk and honey I don't care whether or not you're not there But every time I treat myself my heart is lying I say I'm done I'm done and I relapse another day Another day