Fuzzy like a dream.
Caught in the cross-hairs again.
Always seeming so precarious
before awakening, wondering what happened.
I live in the moment
because my watch is broken.
I live in the moment.
I don't know anyone here.
Nostalgia starts to swell.
Did it not mean anything?
Why did it seem so real?
Sometimes brains play tricks on their humans.
I live in the moment
because my watch is broken
I live in the moment.
I don't know anyone here.
Don't know anyone here.
Don't know anyone here. |