the way the light used to break just right, it reminded me of you. now my useless hands, my congested head, are nothing left to aspire to. i remember when i felt warm. i remember you.
the way the light
used to break
just right,
it reminded me of you.
now my useless hands,
my congested head,
are nothing left
to aspire to.
i remember when
i felt warm.
i remember you.