the interlude you never asked for - 93feetofsmoke

I’ll be the interlude you never asked for

And make it hard to catch your breath

I’ll make you learn to hate your head

I’m that sleepless night you have so often

When the pillows just won’t get comfy

And the past creeps up to haunt me

You’re the shadow by my favorite river

Playing tricks in my peripheral

At least what’s left of it

(At least what’s left of it

At least what’s left of it)