its_just_a_bad_day rage I guessed I earned your lack of trust Lying in the dust of my crumbled pillars The contradictory friend, she sighs We all live lies; he feels awkward again It’s about time I missed caring That old grey comforter was wearing thin Tires rubbing smooth, her knuckles, White, punish the steering wheel grooves And I sense from the backseat Her unbreakable furrowed frown. There’s nothing left to feel. 060910 ... tessa . 060910 what's it to you? who go blather from