a box of paradoxes

Let your clarity define you In the end We will only just remember how it feels

Like the bright moon above the clouds I hope we can embrace our differences Even if we’re on different paths I hope we can meet in the same place at the end

How do I breathe? When I'm underwater Please don't tell me it's a part of the growing

Whether being alone or together The loneliness feels the same One day it will stop

summer road trip. that way.

I’m complex than the magazine I hate me more than you hate me

I’m taking a trip through the memories That are almost all worn out

So aren't you missing all the whispers? You know you always made me shiver But now the summer's never felt so cold

it’s sad

Cuz everyone's out doing things and I'm stuck in my room But if this bed grew some wings then what could I not do Just me and my fickle heart lonely never felt so right