Walks in the sand
Walks on the beach sound fine, but it’s really just sand. And I think I’m losing my mind.
I ‘m always there when you need me. I ‘m always there when you call. I’m usually there when life is broken.
But right now I’m not there at all.
The more you ask for a reason the more I feel like I should leave. It isn’t that I don’t still love you, I’m confused by my sexuality.
There really is nothing to talk about. I promise I’m really not mad. I just need more room for thinking. I need more room to be bad.
Walks on the beach sound fine, but it’s really just sand. And I think I’m losing my mind.
I ‘m always there when you need me. I ‘m always there when you call. I’m usually there when life is broken.
But right now I’m not there at all.
The more you ask for a reason the more I feel like I should leave. It isn’t that I don’t still love you, I’m confused by my sexuality.
There really is nothing to talk about. I promise I’m really not mad. I just need more room for thinking. I need more room to be bad.