Bien

I just, seem to get an argument Sometimes the breeze just calls my name again But those curls aren't that hard enough Sometimes I notice the moon looking at me Desperately, falling in love every second But when I tried to reach her, I fell to the ground Thousands of kilometers away Lightyears of distance, in just a few instants Our memories became instances And instead I cried my soul out, again Now I'm whole, as I accepted the hole in my chest Turns out it really was a bloody mess, misunderstood even by my meds Sometimes I feel worse than a fed, the way my eyes are preaching to get a sight of what I need the most, what I love the most That's my mom, obviously, but also somewhat ironic, maybe a love, I'm not plato neither my feelings are platonic But I saw, that cute smile and my heart raced like sonic Was in front of a mirror, this whole time Whole thing was a mistake, except, how my heart grew and blossom even more Throughout the drought and the pain it went