The Art of Minding Your Own Business
I always thought that staying in your lane is something everyone can and have always been doing, but I’ve been proven wrong time and time again.
I Miss You, Do You Miss Me Too?
Last summer, I saw you on my way home from work.
There’s Nothing You Can Do
It’s cold outside. It rained earlier. A small shower that soaks through everything that you wear. It’s classic English weather, or so I’ve been told.
if I squint, maybe I can see the stars
It wasn’t hard to get hold of you. You were online when I sent the message. You might have taken a few more minutes to respond than necessary, but you did anyway, and I thank you for that.
the sky was pink, out at the sea
The day we talked, the sun was about to set. It turned the sky pink, out at the sea.
who am I anymore?
Has anyone ever felt like their name is not their own name? I’ve been feeling this disassociation for a while now. I’m not even sure if I can confidently tell you my name anymore because it almost feels like I don’t have a name. I just am.
i can’t be friends with you
For once, the lyrics I’m listening to actually match what I’m trying to write. I don’t know if I talked about her before, though I’m at least 67% sure that I have. She’s part of my life and has been multiple turning points.
REDSKIEZ 