every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end
Runaway train, never coming back. Wrong way on a one-way track. Seems like we should be getting somewhere, yet somehow we’re neither here nor there.
Are we doing 90s ballads? I’m down.
It’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe/ Maybe this year will be better than the last/ I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell myself/ To hold on to these moments as they pass
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
Crowned, hopeless, the article read: living wasteland. This time, you’ve tried, all that you can, turning you red, (but) I, will not, hide you through this, I want you to help
All I get from my end is shit.
“Shit ends up at the bottom”
This makes me really hopeful. 🌻
