this is what I think of when I listen to the song. you should give it a listen.
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the smooth beat spewed in my mind as the song replayed.
"I don't know where I'm going but I know that I'm showing"
the bare ceiling is my new friend. I have been casting away hours on end piercing my vision at it and it is there for me still, staring back.
after three whole fucking years I am still stuck in a constant relapse.
"feelings that's what I'm pouring, what the fuck is your motive"
why am I still here? it is evident you don't want time, but why do I yearn for you all the time?
"man, I wish you would call me by your name cause I'm sorry"
would you even care if I truly told you how I felt towards you? is this just some joke to you? do I appear to you as something to chuckle about when you need to humor yourself?
