Usually I'm just making do
crossing the street
coloring all of my blues
crying inside my bones
kissing the same empty skies
with you
and your all of my expressions too
I pack inside my suitcase babe
and I'm sorry we turned out
this way
because I can't ever
not feel this too
and our love is trapped with our pains
needing a lift
on this mystery ship
and if we could survive the rain
then our love wouldn't need more
insanity again
and everything you said too me
has never settled down
so my heart spins around
with yours on mars babe
©mrnothing
M