Om nOm nOm
i cant trust you to be there when the sun ascends
i need a daytime warrior, a nighttime king-sized bed
i sank my teeth too quickly to make sure i liked the taste
now im wasting away in your trap
chose to pick and eat the apple too fast
i’m becoming too old to be playing these games
trusting lies is like using kaleidoscope eyes to depict reality
permanence is fleeting. peace isn’t forfeiting its freeing.
communication is the sweetest taste the lips can share
more important than the stories we carry in our hair
i need to properly practice patience starting today
still i’ll be there when you need a friend
and ill continue to wonder to find where the sidewalk ends.