𝕾𝖆𝖋𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖛𝖆 𝕰𝖑𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖆

People who live in the night are acquainted with all kinds of quiet. There’s quiet enough to hear the distant traffic. Quiet enough to hear your breathing. Quiet enough to hear a lover’s heartbeat.

Mistake, might of made some

Can't argue with that, but I ain't one

Even though I sometimes get afraid of

Having to face the wrath of an anxious me

I get it 'cause I actually

Feel the same sometimes I think

I might be a lost cause who turns off

'Cause the way I read

Into what I've been through

You'd think I'm mental

But it pays off though when the rent's due

I pursue what I love and if it goes

South and falls down just know

I'll stand on my own two feet

Don't you see

Those that oppose on me

favourite blonde boy is back woogity woogity baby

He was never mine, but losing him broke my heart.