i feel your eyes sizzling my cheek,
I feel your silent chuckles beneath,
and when you think ill crumble,
ill sit with your mumble -
playing on repeat.
inside ill burn, burn till im ash,
but as the winds of your laughter lift me
ill wave and say its behind me
maybe you didnt mean it, history.
thats how they designed me.
and maybe we couldve been friends
but thats a maybe, not me inclining.
