been cozied up into nightfalls like safety blankets from a sweeter life. i feel overexposed in the sunshine; everything turned out blank and white. all i ever did was build a tower of cards out of my winning hand.
we love making mistakes we can count on to trip over. we all want to fuck the messiah and forget the message. we only want to be able to breathe in time with the swift, passing days. we crave the negative as much as we seek out the positive.
you call it balance; i call it being with you.
