bad writer

And the sun lit up my room,
when you said that love is a burden bore.
You used to be a nervous wreck,
but now it's me to pace the floor.
You know I
make the solid stories just to break.
I used to
think change is ripe with old mistakes.

You had to lay that rose
in my bed .
No one knows one...
you're bad writer like me.

Always in the race
never run ahead.

So I'm sitting on the bench to pretend I'm waiting for your shape.
you had to show up then
late.
you're better this way...
you're bad writer like me.

Ships on the shore
washed away the hearts I drew on golden sand.
Winter on the beach.

It could be the warm season
only to ignore blizzards.
You're the stardust in me.

Hands full of wind.
Say it's kinda good treasure,
something that we can't measure -
love that you don't see.

You could pick up go-carts and
I could be the good mother.
Only if you'd care.

Laugh in the dark,
making jokes with your phantom, looking like a madman.
Like it's kinda sike.

I might lose your phone number.
First sight like you're newcomer.
I'm bad writer like you.

Smile with your eyes,
looking for the good hell,
though I said that time and space
indivisible.

I don't understand how
tears got easily dropped.

And I guess we both had little notes from past inside our memory box.
And you remember every detail and I hate that paradox.

I'll curl my hair to wear my smile, if it makes me closer to your heart.
What if you tore my notes apart?

So I pour my tears like the cupid filled that psyches vase.
I'll never be undressed, if my face is covered in your lips.

I used to say to me
"don't leave",
but no one knows one
bad writer like me.

So I say I'll never leave.

I used to be my own
type.
I blink my eyes.
Yeah, I see your light.

My cinematic teens and the truthful youth.
No one knows one,
but I know your blues.