STARS - my favourite book, midnight coward, bitches in tokyo
the past seems too estranged for the present
it's definitely not at a point of pinnacle but of lines diverging;
estranged seems apt. can't remember those days.
so i shall be leaving the past and absconding with my present.
i might have a reunion if the lines converge and all that sun from the past finds me again
yes i'm talking gibberish
Worry, worry is a well, going to let it fall tonight, from where we stand
What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it
Sickness, weakness at the thought, of how you're going to play
How long should I stay?
Promises, promises never cease to assist it, now I'm back on my back
Please bite your words
Hurry, hurry to believe, I can always trust, as much as you deceive
goodbye for now dollhouse!