fluorescent headphones, pensive tension
what is up with your self-destructive listenings
long reserved for all the September evenings
You convince me they're for the stories
so tragic and lovely, they all needed telling
in retrospect, i should've argued
Did they? None of your sad lo-fi songs ever mattered
You were only succumbing to the dejection
and i suppose, you'll turn down this intervention
so if you wish to step more into the melody, the poetry,
today's a present i don't want
for you will continue to cower behind convenient lies
tomorrow, i may lose the love of my life
the weather's great, but you're out of control
sad Dollface, you need the air - let's go for a stroll
- let's go outside before the mattress eats you up
10.26.20
@sad_girlfriends_club