Sometimes when rain hits the ceiling
And you’re nowhere to be found,
I eat a peach and nothing else until you return.
Sometimes I wish for sun to turn to rain because I’m lost in chaos and it doesn’t make sense for light to shine.
Sometimes I want you to just get it without any words.
none of this is who I want to be.
I’m loving and distant and confusing,
And I’m sorry times a million.
Sometimes I wish humans were birds and we could fly above the clouds.
Sometimes I pretend my brain hasn’t died and I can remember all the memories we’ve made,
Everything is shallow
And that makes me a horrible
Numbers flood in and I want to scream:
But my black and white world is comfortable,
And it all settles in.