Conversation with a Wasp
JP Reid
I’ve been close to living since I last loved you, now I wander around aimlessly
Kill to make me happy, how could I make you, when the road home seems so much faster?
Now you’re gone, I’m stuck in thoughts, take them away from me please
Leave me all suspense, insisting on impossible charades
“See you sometime next week,” she said, but I can never wait
Impatiently trying to recover from my mistakes
Trying to calm my restlessness and destroying love in turn, surrеndering and close to nothing
And I am home whеn I am far away from this, fuck you fucking me