fuck my life.


Progression... and I sat inside your hand, just looking at the photographs, a kaleidoscope of everything we planned. And I stumbled on the truth as the collection began to fall apart just like all we had ever been.Progression
So tell me of that scarlet sorrow, tell me of that vague tomorrow, (I'll?) pretend it never meant a thing. Go on that journey set for nowhere, tell me when you're gonna get there, it never really felt (was?) that far. If you choose it, let 'em have it, there are no roadblocks between planets, the sun has never shone so bright.
In the end you've succumb to the neverending tide, of a world with nothin