the_feathers

why do i hide myself inside and try to find what you see in me when it’s not really me not really me i know it’s you and that’s cool but its not me and that’s cool but its not me theres noting wrong with either one of us it was just wrong to try to make it us gotta find what’s going on outside outside outside outside when was the last time we even checked the weather? you just closed the blinds and hid in the feathers, hid in the feathers. they were comfortable feathers and I loved them for a while never felt better but better isn’t forever it can’t be forever because that’s not fair I hope you know that i hope you find what you see in me but for real this time cause you/re for real all the time but you hide you’re shy and that’s fine but your eyes they’re just so bright I can see right through em you think, you think they’re not but they are they’re like just the only stars in the sky i can see in new york, they’re like fucking planets bright as shit the sky looks fucking dark out there but you gotta know you got really nice eyes. Nice eyes nice eyes. no longer hiding behind the nice eyes that were trying to find trying to find a way out without hurting anyone but that’s life. that’s life. that’s life, that’s life.