Seems almost fair to spend my days listening to Frank Ocean
no one is around, but still, I’m keeping quiet.
How can you be so tough on yourself
while being so kind to others
giving all you have
and not getting the things you deserve.
glory and divine
rare fathers of a phoenix
this is my rebirth on a Sunday morning
I’ll let you know when I’m ready
I’ll let you know.
I’ll be on the floor waiting for something to happen
in my apartment in Paris where I last saw you
brushing your teeth
wearing your clothes.
It is not fair what we do to each other
shouldn’t this be the way we love?
Seems almost fair to spend my days
crying for a lost friend.
I’ll send you flowers on my way home
this might song sounds like a denim jacket and a stab in the heart.