lost in regret, i
feel so deeply, i can’t seem to, find a means of ground
lost in regret, i
feel so deeply, i can’t seem to, find a means of ground
hear, regret
say the words
miguel.
summer is dead.
was i more than it’s worth or will you see my name and i’ll fade
pitch my camp in ur mind
sat by the fire, behind your eyes
and i’ll look through them just once or twice but i might see something i don’t like
like your hands in his shirt, entwined in cotton
his loving smirk
losing my way
seeing your name
but ill be fine
(rome vox)
no worries
‘did i come again?
dressed up like a shame
cloudy
eyes are but a pain
roses on my veins
sorry
no worries
no worries
worries’
