Expressionless

tracing patterns on my ceiling

reeling from a memory that’s already gone

haven’t felt real in a moment

make me wake up so i can be alright

Staring, I’m half asleep, teething on a blank expression

haunted, by the fear of another year gone I can’t tell the time

my wasted choices

I’ve already made them

if here’s not an ending

my days are fleeting

chasing habits I invented

conjure remedies that keep me locked inside

“couldn’t wait to tell yourself that you’re broken”

makes it easier to kill another night

Staring I’m half asleep teething on a blank expression

haunted by the fear of another year gone and I can’t tell the time

my wasted choices

I’ve already made them

if here’s not an ending

my days are fleeting

my wasted choices

I’ve already made them

if here’s not an ending

my days are fleeting