i spent weeks chasing the horizon, running from who i was. closer i got, further i felt. the sunset always reminded me of your goodbye eyes. i’m searching for some resemblance of home but when the sun’s gone, i just end up blowin’ smoke to the moon, always end up alone in my tiny room.
i used to let you in the deepest parts of me, used to believe in everything we could be. potentially, the future is just same but
i came back to new york city with a barbed wire necklace diggin’ into my shrunken chest because i learned what it feels like when someone gives up on me. i wonder now if these wounds will ever heal, will the change i seek e enough to buy out all my regrets or just earn me another pack of cigarettes, it’s just a crutch to make up for the kisses and trust, the love and the lust.
i stay up all night holding out for the comfort of sunrise but my raindrop eyes never see the light, they are stuck in the storm whenever a new day is born.
i miss you layin’ next to me. but you aren’t who you were then and i’m another version of me. all i want from you now is to draw my bath and to take part of building this bridge. what is to come will come. the construction has already begun.
