mars in aries

You Lost the color in your words You Monochromatic and concerned You never wanted me like this Too passionate Your words Are pouring into me again Like oxygen And it burns And you know I got Too much cause for conversation Too much indie in isolation When I think about you now it's complicated But I called to see if you're okay it's Three in the morning and I shouldn't say this But when I think about it now I think we could make it Just buzzed Didn't mean to wake you I just need to hear you fucking say it How could you replace me