DEJA VU
We both knew this would happen
But for now I'll shrug it off
Our laughter bursts throug the smoke
that always makes me cough.
But the way you look at me
Questioning why it's so rare
Why I'm only used to
Someone pretending to care.
Oh, how I missed your hands
and how they hold me close,
wave sad goodbyes,
and yank on my clothes.
But maybe that's just how it goes.
I'm not getting my hopes up
But I'm positive you're wrong
out of who's league?
We're the same blitzkrieg.
The same trapped valley of mountains
and classes and jobs and fake dates.
But you always felt like an escape.