Re post of an old song bc i edited it not bc ur crazy
You're eating your cake alone on the tram
Do you think you can have it too?
If you did can you go where I am
A birthdays more than an in between
I text you that do you believe me?
Like it's a way to get out of your head
And not the other way around instead
You've got glitter strung in your eyes
And feathers in your hair
And this is your favorite part of life
Where it sinks into comfortability
The moments you'll forget
If you don't harp on a memory
Then how do you remember?
It's quiet and it's clean
Something not yet ruined by your genes
It's in the way you carry yourself
Like living is your fault
I don't know if you understand that it's not
You're sitting on the stoop
To a party full of people
You'll dance under the fairy lights
You don't talk about why you hate it
But being by yourself is better
When the passage of it isn't always in your mind
You don't notice yourself ageing
Till you see it on your face
But your mother's getting older
And she can't move the same
And you can't remember when she
Didn't look at you with shame
So you keep your eyes down
And stay away from everyone
Take the blame before it gets placed
Patch the pain like it's fate
Destined to take them away
It's quiet and it's clean
Something not yet ruined by your genes
It's in the way you carry yourself
Like living is your fault
I don't know if you understand that it's not
Like if you look long enough
You won't hate the look on your face
And how it relates to your relation
Because he's the only one
Who seems to think you're worth it
Or sees past your bruises
Oh you've got stars in your eyes
You had a different brain
Now I guess you didn't mature
And your foundation is all wrong
I think you're trying to get back
It's quiet and it's clean
Something not yet ruined by your genes
It's in the way you carry yourself
Like living is your fault
I don't know if you understand that it's not