Untitled, I Guess

by Noise Pollution

it doesn’t take a genius
to see
you falling out of love
and I don’t really mean it
when I say
you fell from far above
can’t you stay a little longer
won’t you be what I want you to be?
can’t you try a little harder
won’t you do it, won’t you do it for me?
I am shining brilliantly
I am burning bright
you could be my darling
you could be my light
I’m not really worried
not like we’ll ever speak again
I don’t really love you, baby
and I didn’t even then.

It’s just misery.
Misery.
You are misery
to me.

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