Bien
I just, seem to get an argument
Sometimes the breeze just calls my name again
But those curls aren't that hard enough
Sometimes I notice the moon looking at me
Desperately, falling in love every second
But when I tried to reach her, I fell to the ground
Thousands of kilometers away
Lightyears of distance, in just a few instants
Our memories became instances
And instead I cried my soul out, again
Now I'm whole, as I accepted the hole in my chest
Turns out it really was a bloody mess, misunderstood even by my meds
Sometimes I feel worse than a fed, the way my eyes are preaching to get a sight of what I need the most, what I love the most
That's my mom, obviously, but also somewhat ironic, maybe a love, I'm not plato neither my feelings are platonic
But I saw, that cute smile and my heart raced like sonic
Was in front of a mirror, this whole time
Whole thing was a mistake, except, how my heart grew and blossom even more
Throughout the drought and the pain it went
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