honestly probably a very significant contributing reason why i have been on edge and unconfident and thrown off the last few days, my officemate is back
it’s not irrelevant but i’d like if it was sometimes, and maybe the first step to approximating that is forgetting, or never committing to memory to begin with
i’ve just been thinking that it's harder every year
to find excuses that'll keep me in the clear
the arbitrary lines i impress in the sand
the proof that piles in my trashcan
while the skin on my hands is looking older every day
the lies i’ve told have turned to leather on my face
the love i've lost has turned to needles in my heart
but i'm to blame for all the bad parts
like the rest in that the era it denotes is transitory and will also be surpassed eventually, unlike the rest in that i'm not really sold on the name and am actively looking for something better