damn

It's this heart-sinking feeling
and the way mine is sunk.

I'm starting to wonder what is good enough, and I'm questioning if I was giving her my best attention. I don't get how things can move so fast, and I could have seen this coming if I was looking, right?
I didn't want to look out for this kind of shit; I didn't think it was necessary here. Questioning your whereabouts and defensiveness. Looking through your messages— why is it now I feel I won't be able to stop once I've started.

"Tell me, baby, what's your story, where you come from
and where you wanna go this time

Tell me lover are you lonely

The thing we need is never all that hard to find?"

I don't know how this shit happened so fast.

I'm glad I can't think about it so much right now. Today is going to suck.