Perennials - Driveways

Feels like every second I let you down

Twenty four seven I’m making you miserable

I’m conditioned to hear that sound

A slight hesitation that tells me you’re cynical

Black heart with your beautiful eyes

I buried your flowers and knew they would die

I was pitiful

I considered you mine

I’ve been running

I can’t stomach

Thinking of that summer

A dead sentiment

My heads deafening

Thinking of that summer

I’m sentimental for promises that were unkept

So bury me in the past

You had perennials growing next to your front steps

But nothing can ever last

Cause I know

Idealistic versions of you die slow

And my eyes

Can never be trusted

Cause they find hope

In unrealistic places I design

I’m dying underneath of a bridge that we never built

I’m trying to not to speak with the demons left from your guilt

But they’re calling me

I hid in the haven inside your mind

You apologized in vain but you didn’t say it in time

They follow me now

Black heart

Beautiful eyes

Perennials left here to die

I was pitiful

I considered you mine

Hold it together

Cold with the weather

October Forever

Over the terror, I’m part of it now