Barely Autumn - Alix

Tinder

You're crawled up in my bed
The worst that I've had, since I met myself
Should have known from your text
'My mind's a mess'
A sign of the times, or my mental trenches?

I'm losing all of my senses
So stuck in defense I'm becoming exchangeable
It's almost grotesque
I can't forget
What I taught myself, the indifferent ass
I've used up all of my chances
Wasted my time with these godless endeavors
The time of my life
I can't regret
But the spoils of pride aren't half as enjoyable

I dreamt up all of your specs
Never texted you back
But I meant to do so
Should have known for a fact
My mind's a mess
While I tell my friends I want something else

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Writer(s): Nico Joseph J Kennes
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