Bleak... A Word I'm Not Very Familiar With But Is Now Staring Straight In My Face
i'm home now, thinking whether you really stuck by your words. i remember we were sitting at the stop a year ago and you told me that you'll wait for me. we met up and you don't seem like yourself. you talk about being good and going solo. and i'm stumped coz you never used to talk like this. i'm not sure i like the new you at all. the jokes are still sick and funny but there's something going on in that head of yours i just can't put a finger on. it doesn't feel like you're playing me and that bothers me. coz you can always expect the indecent to stay indecent. but how are you suppose to react when the indecent decides to become good? what are you playing at exactly? and why were you talking to me like i needed to realise what a walking talking fuck-up i really am? i asked you whether this is unhealthy and it took you a long while to answer me. "It's time to grow up, honey. I can manage the stable part of this but can I trust you to do the same?" and when i look at you i knew you didn't think i could do it. such pretty eyes you have, such naked truth they tell. aren't we good friends still?