Airplanes flicker across my skyline
but it's nightime
so there's no line
and anyway you're not mine.
I'm still working at keeping myself together
but feel weak as a feather
not even a question of feeling good, never
and even with this beautiful weather
the only darkness entering is you.
What did I do a month ago?
Too difficult to say, impossible to know.
I still feel it
some day I won't though
Why do I feel like with you, it wouldn't have been completed
And I wouldn't feel cheated
and misleaded
and conceited
and more vein than what that girl tweeted
I know I'm selfish and I'm unkind
and for as lazy as I am I don't unwind
and a better side of me I wish I could find
and I had it and I killed it.
I have little time left to understand who I am, but I had less to know who you were...
I would've understood no matter what...
