I got good at maths,
since we last spoke. Counting weeks,
since you gave a fuck.
I remember love,
how it fell through my fingers,
at another’s hand.
Am I clear enough?
Or am I counting goodbyes,
that wanted to stay?
I got good at maths,
since we last spoke. Counting weeks,
since you gave a fuck.
I remember love,
how it fell through my fingers,
at another’s hand.
Am I clear enough?
Or am I counting goodbyes,
that wanted to stay?
