maybe i'm too ambiguous, the supreme subject of your distress and its not so hard to aloof brain on my sleeve, this abrupt mess that i get into
maybe its hard today but its still better than the rest when we're both so far away i'm stuck with a depleted brain or a heart repressed and i wish you were here with me because i'd hide behind you shamelessly
maybe you appear stoic or more stable than i could admit florescent margins, we're born on edge we reside behind, forget ahead
you won't, you won't, you'll never say what you're thinking about most everyday and your function masks your sentiment your laugh conceals your discontent