• scigs9 10w

    convenient existense

    Pacing around with these sweaty palms
    Its not a high school dance nor prom
    I was cut out for bigger things never was one to catch a eye
    Now cookie cutting my life until my joys run dry
    I am living in a dessert that use to be an oasis
    Its just so fucking convenient but no hopes or dreams
    Its a torn book cover lying on the floor
    Its a journal from highschool in the back of your closet
    Its a convenient existense