(0395) rolling down windows

looking at clouds and fading through the afternoon.. all those words ring true, but all these empty bottles of shampoo aren't enough to rinse out the vanity of what we thought we used to be.

rolling down windows and breathing in panic for just a moment.. i can't hardly sit still when everything feels perfect.. but how could you expect me to breathe and truly feel free? the same damn thing but yet so new because of a felt, tangible honesty.

through mountains of merry-go-rounds, we drift through the snow until we end up intertwined with a sense of urgency and necessity. just then, the world ends, and i could care less at that moment.

time breaks our futures in half and divides what i wanted into what i knew i'd never have. i become a joke upon waking up, and your face has already dissipated into my distant memory.