a glass of nostalgia.
you'll find yourself,
at the bottom.
she feels this time
she may be losing grip.
she lies awake in
nothing but a slip.
she grits her teeth,
until her thoughts are numb.
and prays tomorrow doesn't come.
you'll find yourself,
at the bottom.
she feels this time
she may be losing grip.
she lies awake in
nothing but a slip.
she grits her teeth,
until her thoughts are numb.
and prays tomorrow doesn't come.
