You being you. Me being me.
Same old, same old.
I’ll never change even though I hear change can be a positive thing.
Me being you. You being you.
On guard, on the fence.
You’ll never stop blaming yourself even though forgiveness can be the shit. I’ll never go easy on myself because even when I’m idling all my cylinders are firing.
We’re just a couple of beautiful losers who will never see eye to eye.
One word leads to the next and before you know it a declaration is smeared.
I was at a loss for words then I discovered your art and anything and everything became possible.