dissonance

I dunno where to go

I dunno where's home

Loving me seems like it's always a chore

Always a game until they get bored

I'm leaving my conscious out onto the floor

I feel sick to my stomach from butterflies that lay dying

My heart yearns for a type of love, a type of love that's worth trying

I wear my Heart on my sleeve and it begs me breathe

Lost my breath from these old memories

If I've ever loved you I probably I still do

Even if its covered in mildew

Years may come and go but the color is still true blue