~ nostalgia

I used to fill my time with nostalgia

All my hours had your name

I was the mother of this murderous child

That echoed softly in my brain

Words meaningless, full of dishonesty

Cause It’d be mean to say I didn’t miss you

Words meaningful, lacking consistency

Still, it’d feel cruel if you said you missed me too

It’s been a cartwheel of pain

A miserable destiny we’re swimming in

The weirdest time, our lifes uncombined

Even though sometimes it feels good to swim

The thing is I don’t know where you’re now

Ever since you never heard about me

The water filled your lungs with nostalgia

Cause it’d be cynical to say, you never wished she was me

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