continuation

this is nothing,
that is nothing.

but at the same time,
they're everything.

we are all everything.

warmth

I want to wrap my arms around the entire world.

this is happening for a reason,
that is happening for a reason.

I'm spinning in circles with my arms wide open.

conspiracy

why is reality a theory?
they want you think otherwise.

I don't know

pieces. broken, little pieces are all I have here. what do you have? don’t you see? you have so much more. this shouldn’t be, this isn’t fair, but nothing is fair. fair isn’t fair. unfair is fair. fair doesn’t exist. but I am still here. stuck with broken pieces. I want more. I’m stubborn. stubborn, but impatient. and this mix is really starting to frustrate me.

control

i said,
but deep down,
i feel.

"erase erase erase erase erase erase.
get out get out get out get out get out.
please, it's too much."

stuck. they're stuck. it's stuck.

deep down.

and the only way I'll rid myself of this
is by finding you somewhere else.

scent

when it appears, i'm there again;
it's yours, it's you.

but it always disappears as quickly as it enters,
and I'm left

with an intangible memory.

incorrect roles

lately, her supposed words of wisdom are never anything I don't already know. but I listen anyway so she feels like she's doing her part.