phoned, fucked, psycho ex, good luck.

I double triple quadruple text,
call a hundred thousand times
and barely ever get the same back.

What's the point of wanting something so bad,
if it doesn't want to be there?

-riri-

No one's fault but my own,

head too far up in the clouds,

I kept on believing I had a place where I was not found.

Denying myself, it's me that wants you here.

Some days I wish you heard.