Put my heart into your chest
Is it beating yet?
Left a scar between our past
Contouring all the space that's left
Where the rose that grew from concrete disappeared
Are you here?
Whining is getting boring
Fighting Monday morning
Caving lies onto your chest
Has it reached a level yet?
Was it temporary?
Fear is not yet scary
Burning gaps between middle seats of unsubscripted debt
It's raining and I'm feeling lazy
Everything is broken everything is frayed
Whining is getting boring
Fighting Monday morning