Monday, May 1

over.

we don't push things; we just let them flow
but we're racing against the clock
--and oftentimes, the clock wins.

we keep replaying the scene inside of our heads
'cause we think we know how it goes;
anything that can go wrong, will
--but what if we thought wrong?

we're barely alive, so we just let them be
let all the chances to remain untouched;
'cause things sound better in our heads
--and not to be ruined in real life.