What could I tell you, the difference is made up in change, and adjusting isn’t easy, but once it fits, you slip right in.
I just want to talk. To someone who just wants to listen.
Habitual creatures. The talk of a continuing cycle, you insue yourself, within the last cycle of doubt, and the moving cycle of time. It won’t be the last time you doubt, yourself, or the last statement of straight forward omission. It won’t even be the last time I notice. Maybe that will change.
Your Elvis song in my ear. That moonlit voice that I hear.– Twin Shadow - Castle in the Snow
I feel so distracted that I can’t even care about the fact that my eyelids are always falling, and my luck ran out a while ago, just like the gas in my car that I can’t even drive; however I don’t want to ever and I might buy a bike, but even that idea bothers me, so much that I have anxiety from the unknown and what can’t be changed.
Drastic change. Have to deal with it. Have to feel all of it. For the rest of my days.
People are strange
And I digress. It’s colder when you’re alone, if you notice.