A Loose Hair Falls Into A Glass Of Water Without Ice - Carissa's Wierd

If this is all part of some plan

If this is all part of some game

If this is some self affirming notion

If this is all exactly what i think it is

Our phobias are the only conversation

I dont want to say anything right now

Smoke gets in your eyes

And loose hairs fall into a glass of water without ice

It’s giving you a stomachache

Which comes as no surprise when you say that your head is throbbing

Or how tired that you are

Now loneliness has turned into a desperate thing

I dont want to think about that now