Phrases of habit float black in the weight of sincerity
If it doesn’t matter now than it never did
We clutch pieces of comfort with white knuckles
Plastic trinkets hold the value of gold
The shadow of vulnerability creeps into the cracks of our insecurities
Never let them in
I’m so young, you’re so bitter
And every breath we take is
Is a moment that we’ll never have again
How does it taste?
Like there’s a series of choices?
Judgment is guaranteed
Will you savor your innocence?
Whoa!
A false sense of substance
There is no meaning
And there is no past
This does not exist
And every breath we take is
Is a moment that we’ll never have again
How does it taste?
Like there’s a series of choices?
Judgment is guaranteed
Will you savor your innocence?
We clutch pieces of comfort with white knuckles
Plastic trinkets hold the value of gold
For what?
For false sense of substance, yeah