sleepless night

you left your typewriter at my apartment straight from The Tortured Poets Department

i'm yours to keep and i'm yours to lose you know i'm not a bad girl but i do bad things with you so it goes

ذس

i have a feeling you got everything you wanted and you're not wasting time stuck here like me you're just thinking it's a small thing that happened the world ended when it happened to me

مطرت واشتهيت اتبلل وياك

honestly , who are we to fight the alchemy?

i never said it , but i know that i can't picture anything past 25 not like i care to know the time and not like i'm looking for that silence self diagnosing 'til i'm borderline i'll do whatever helps to sleep at night until i'm feeling like an island until i'm strong enough to hide it what was i thinking looking for a sign? as if i've ever seen the stars align somebody take over the drive and somebody notice how i'm trying