The sky became purple
The roses turned blue
They say to stay awake but I'd rather keep on sleeping till noon
Humming the songs of my imagination
I'm not afraid but Lana sings the truth
You found new tunes but I stay listening to the same old news
I like the ones that make me laugh and forget about the ache in my head
I crave the ones that remind me of the times we always had
I suck at writing things but that's okay
Because time doesn't last forever
Friendships are separated, people leave, and relationships aren't the same.
But its fine.
Looking at the gallery in my phone missing the old me but its alright.
I'm not the same person as I was in the beginning of the year.
And The 1975 makes me remember my cousins and my birthday although that birthday wasn't the best tear.
I remember the rest I couldn't go on without
They make my days longer and fill it with what I need.
I love the flowers my grandma chooses for my grandpa to plant and burry the seeds.
They're beautiful, they scream the words I can't tell but its always on the tip of my tongue
There's so much but I can't deny the anger that brings me down always chasen me around and messing with the locks
He knows the shattered life I have because of all the thrown rocks
but he tells me that's probably why he likes and admires my photographs of the blue sky that never show the clouds
It won't leave my head although it haunts me evertime I hear those sounds.
