falling in and out of love like there’s nothing to lose, scared of losing everything because i’m leaving, leaving because i need to get out, move on, brush off. you brushed me off and laughed me out and i landed feet first and walked away, you won’t catch me oh no. there’s faces here i don’t recognise and it’s getting too late to remember why i cared, it’s getting too late to remember who we are or why we came. the optimism is spinning me round and round and i’m inexplicably happy yet terrified of life.
the thought that there is nothing more than this brings me down
i see the laughter in the world and i realise
