Lump in my throat. Slept with the window open. I don't want to be closed off. Nothing under the sheets but me. Don't want to be closed off but don't want to go out. This is what they call a conundrum.
It's the changing kf seasons. Your body never understands. Twenty degrees disappears and lumps show up. My face dries out. I can never get the equation right. I've been packing on my winter layer since May. There's no time like the past.
Eventually it will warm up. Eventually I'll be too warm. I'll have to go out. Nothing between the world and me. They'll see me and all my lumps, my dryness, they'll know I can never get it right. The future comes and goes. My room stays the same.
It's the changing kf seasons. Your body never understands. Twenty degrees disappears and lumps show up. My face dries out. I can never get the equation right. I've been packing on my winter layer since May. There's no time like the past.
Eventually it will warm up. Eventually I'll be too warm. I'll have to go out. Nothing between the world and me. They'll see me and all my lumps, my dryness, they'll know I can never get it right. The future comes and goes. My room stays the same.
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