im going to bed for eighteen hours
and when ill wake ill feel just the same

i keep getting caught in my own net
always getting caught with my own two bloody hands

im highly susceptible to prophecies & lies, 
the woman on the corner says it’s cause im a walking contradiction

im really religious for an athiest
youre really precocious, though no longer eighteen
ill come for your throat
just promise to ruin me first

why do words feel more beautiful, 
as time passes?
the past is tinted in all shades of pink, 
I’ve completely lost my vision

i just want to be held, 
in arms that aren’t mine,
& cry & cry & cry
I just wanna get lost in eyes,
that aren’t mine
& cry & cry
I don’t remember how to kiss
I’m the person that I really miss…

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indie / singer-songwriter
based in singapore 📍
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