sore eyes, been a few nights since i turned off my light
and gave into sleep peacefuly.
all times feel wasted when im not spilling my guts
in some new place, in some new way.
ends would come soon, if we'd stop wishing for them,
working for them. natural born suckers,
here to make it right.
little by little, we will forget, the few choices we could regret,
the times take over what ticks inside, erase the things that we left behind.