Sleepless thoughts are away too it's strange since I've been pre-occupied I guess that's what happens when you don't let your mind take over You kind of just let your own heart do the thinking
It's nice to say that I can finally cast you away
Can't say something's gone until it's not in the universe anymore
Mmm but I had my time with that already
I didn't want to, didn't want it to continue
"Just start begging for me already," was what one good friend said jokingly, pretending to be the perdant of my affection. But I know you miss me. I feel that. Truly. And you can't lie about it either. And if we're gonna talk about being honest, I miss you too. Or maybe just what was. Could be that's all you miss too. I miss the affection. I miss your affection. That's how honest I'm gonna be. At least I'll be honest with me, if YOU can't be honest with me.
We were really cool on paper. Did you know that? Because it seemed everything that I thought to be what I wanted was visible... sorta ... in you. And I hate that you're the subject of most of my writing lately. Who knows if you're even that vital? I surely don't. You won't tell me if you are. I won't let you anyway. Just that - I can't ignore you. I'm a believer in these cosmic things. And the cosmos has been planting jokes on me all around the city. But it's good to know that it's less and less. Not as haunting as before. And I know for sure that as September is here, there won't be as many. I've made that decision. So cosmos, you better listen to me now!
It's nice to say that I can finally cast you away
Can't say something's gone until it's not in the universe anymore
Mmm but I had my time with that already
I didn't want to, didn't want it to continue
"Just start begging for me already," was what one good friend said jokingly, pretending to be the perdant of my affection. But I know you miss me. I feel that. Truly. And you can't lie about it either. And if we're gonna talk about being honest, I miss you too. Or maybe just what was. Could be that's all you miss too. I miss the affection. I miss your affection. That's how honest I'm gonna be. At least I'll be honest with me, if YOU can't be honest with me.
We were really cool on paper. Did you know that? Because it seemed everything that I thought to be what I wanted was visible... sorta ... in you. And I hate that you're the subject of most of my writing lately. Who knows if you're even that vital? I surely don't. You won't tell me if you are. I won't let you anyway. Just that - I can't ignore you. I'm a believer in these cosmic things. And the cosmos has been planting jokes on me all around the city. But it's good to know that it's less and less. Not as haunting as before. And I know for sure that as September is here, there won't be as many. I've made that decision. So cosmos, you better listen to me now!
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