Tee Shirt | Birdy
In the morning when you wake up
I like to believe you are thinking of me
you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil
I didn’t think I would be so tired.
Here is exhausting, and it’s not my fault. It’s no one’s fault.
It’s tiring not to know the streets I’m walking, and I’m terrified whenever someone confuses me with somebody who knows where they are and asks for directions.
I never thought I’d grow into a place and now I’m scared to be away from home. I didn’t ask to be damp around the edges, the worn dishcloth you throw into the back of the cupboard to dry.
I am warm and I am soft and I am going to fray to the core if I don’t inch my way back to the spot on the shelf where I belong.
no other song is “this generation’s bohemian rhapsody”
bohemian rhapsody is every generation’s bohemian rhapsody
You’re everywhere even though you’re gone. I find you in the most unexpected places: In books. In songs. In random conversations. In dreams. In alcohol. In my veins. Places you shouldn’t be.
Ironic how you won’t leave once you’ve left.
What a paradox.